your biggest fear

is that i put you in a pome.
welcome to your nightmare.

listen it was ok
that we make out like teenagers
with your exwife landlady
holding the door you go thru

and when i stop it's cuz you know i should.
yr so catholic that way.
but why try to tell me that moving out
makes a difference?

that you like my company &
want to see more. get me thinking
of accompaniment, making song.
oy
it's not like you don't get what you want
without building lies of lives we'll never have.

i tell the young man actions speak louder than words.
and it's true. they collapse the moment
but words hurt worse. they create hope
where there was none. i'm so sorry i hit you
baby i wont' do it again.




right?




the best part is i'll write this
and get it out of me. you're just another liar
playing on your lyre in the summer triangle
and i intend to let it die here. rot.
so the next time i see you
i can smile and say hey
who ya doin tonite?


yr such a slut. and think i am
just because i let you in
side my bra. heavy petting
i know you brah, you keep forgetting
i am more a poet and you
a papillon, a witches brew.


and now i hope to finish this
leave you to your stealing kiss
so much fun for you 2 think
your fantasy is just a wink

away from your death gasp
you're getting there, viagra clasp
someone'll take you up on it
maybe then you'll follow bliss

to your grave, mistaken knave
i am not your fantasy,