Not What You Think…
Death the personal release
The equal break
The song between the pause and the quick note
Smashing colliding dreams that glue wishes that come when our eyes are closed
Or when it is dark
Our hands rise
Shining with the promise of a new gift
A dawn comes to mind
The Sun rises…
So they tell us
But we know full well that it is us that do the oscillating
Beating upon a locked door with the fists of jealousy
To Quick…
To Slow…
Too Late…
Bang Bang
I Think I Love You
Banging…
Banging…
Banging…
The jealousy almost gets me
I can hear your breathing through the door
Orthodox and returning
Wafting the compression with your barbaric perfume
The possibility of loneliness begins to set in as I linger
But I want to know
I want to find out what happens to your mind when you look into the mirror
What questions do you ask yourself when you brush your teeth
Are you connected by the friction of memory?
Do you sense the distance of the moment we met?
Lingering…
Hovering between the scribbled outlines of a world that defines us
That shallow grave
Deader than naught
In spite of our addition
No…
…this is not what you think.
