Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Silence Fiction

It is not real
feelings false

Pink Floyd's lyrics echoing ... "is there anybody in there"
not high on drugs, yet a dangerous act

Shakespeare doesn't write it ... on my own accord disaster 2008
a whim ... a chance, reality it's not

I'm not lost, nor depressed, just want fantasy for a while, a taste
a woman wants me



me


me
I have a hard time saying no
dirty words, dirty acts ... I know her smell
she is ...
not mine

she cannot be

I cannot speak of any of it

I cannot tread on thee

cheapened ... cheated ... pleasurable regret


"slimy, mudhole, my home this"+


it is passion, without love

wedding vows with exceptions .... prenuptial agreement on the first incidental date

damn the torpedoes ... my soul already is

I cannot look, "the accusations fly"++

I make plans ... dare I do it?
"Things that make you go, hmmm"

I'm not lying that it's there, but must be hidden
on my end ... not sparks ... not pangs ... just "yes" liking the attention ... "she wants me"

me

I'm still stunned

+ "Empire Strikes Back
++ "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police

1 comment:

MR said...

I'd like to bet some money that at some point she's going to tell you that her husband has already cheated on her. That's a common lubricant.

You'll be like "REALLY?! You poor thing..."

She's like "turn to the light side... become WHITEtrash..."