The Proverbial Deafening Sile

The Proverbial Deafening Silence


After sexual release I don't sleep
I can't give in to this devestating loneliness.
You're an unkept girl now, that i can't keep,
and bothersome to me
but I don't have anything else to remind me
of the time we
were before this.
To give me the technical support
a hard luck case like me needs.

I can see the caution in your eyes
if you leave me does the clan break up?
I clipped my finger nails
future tripping over my fry toy
and my ennui over you
but you keep leaving me behind.

It was So Nice After Fucking U.

I knew your speed limit but I couldn't go that fast
my little white pills seemed to make everything between
better.
I worked hard on this relationship
I looked you in the eyes
and made sense of your lies
your twirled hair and tight pants
I'm disappointed.
This rock can't be here for you forever,
this paradigm shift is not contained in a condom or a pill.
Lisp if you want,
amble if you will,
I am humbled by your confusion,
watching
you fall
just because you're 'round wet.

You can't understand my dreams,
how they occupy me
and make me
the third observer.
IwasJustWonderingHowManyMenHaveBeenInsideYouSinceLastWeMadeLove
what about thier fingers?
Let's talk.
Something about coorespondence
and the general nature of relationships
tells me that c. 10 to the third sec.
after our eyes met en passant
you knew you could never love me enough to ever promise me
anything.
That you were going to hurt me.
You knew what you could do to me
that we would be linear
a reality hit
I am trying to forget

You
are
my
wife.

Don't you remember?
Can't you see?
You hurt, I feel pain.
We were once like a wave
cascading in an uproar
of circumstance-
I remember
what you wore to that dance:
a little blue jacket, red tie and patch-work pants
your hair assorted with a little girl's barrettes
you were my muse
and you stopt singing to me
And some how I am jealous of you-
or envious,
jealousy is wasted inside me.
you belittle my feelings with sanctamonious excusses
and tramp about with pride on
the ruin

you spend my tolerence on cheap candy and baubles
and tell me I must get my own
I've shared with you my years
and you wasted them all.


   18  Let thy fountain be blessed: and
rejoice with the wife of thy youth.
   19  Let her be as the loving hind
and pleasent roe; let her breasts satisfy
thee at all times; and be thou ravished
always with her love.
                                Proverbs 5