I prefere the alternative.

1-5-08

sympathy lacked judgement for me today
as the back ground painted you a
picture of my idleness;
it left isolated hands shaking in the wind.

and so I wait here
on this Plateau of sorts;
that got lost in this mass sea of constellations
of pre mature thoughts edging out
the white lines that you would call murder.

cold air smoldered into glycerin shots
that scolded my burning flesh awaiting psychosis;
and yet you still smiled those
seductive, provocative eyes
waiting for my answer.