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What's singing inside me? I do not know.
No more floating, no more suspense, please.
Something says, "Not so, not so, not so,"
You've left me hanging on your stage whispers,
Your promises of breaking and entering,
That you would burst into this room and find me
Hiding, alone in my narrow shame,
Deadbolted and hole blocked by a skeleton key
Perhaps I should play the Spartan,
Mastering myself, closed mouth, no syllables,
But I am no match for all my fears,
Writhing and breeding in sawdust and cables.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Finding Something
"Before you were, I am."
You sing this inside me, you let me know.
I'm begging for an end to Floating Ophelia.
Something says, "Not so, not so, not so,"
Leaving me hanging on your stage whispers.
All the promises of breaking and entering,
That you would burst into this room and find
A thousand dead and dying Spartans,
And me hiding, alone in my narrow shame.
None of them opened up their mouths to cry,
But I was no match for all my fears,
Writhing and breeding in sawdust and cables
And overwhelmed by the wolf.
Perhaps I should play the Spartan,
Mastering myself, closed mouth, no syllables,
But I am no match for all my fears,
Writhing and breeding in sawdust and cables.
"Before you were, I am."
You sing this inside me, you let me know.
I'm begging for an end to Floating Ophelia.
Something says, "Not so, not so, not so,"
Leaving me hanging on your stage whispers.
All the promises of breaking and entering,
That you would burst into this room and find
A thousand dead and dying Spartans,
And me hiding, alone in my narrow shame.
None of them opened up their mouths to cry,
But I was no match for all my fears,
Writhing and breeding in sawdust and cables
And overwhelmed by the wolf.
Perhaps I should play the Spartan,
Mastering myself, closed mouth, no syllables,
But I am no match for all my fears,
Writhing and breeding in sawdust and cables.
Let Me Ruin Your Life
Let me ruin your life by showing you one color at a time.
I'll tantalize you, drive you to despair.
Let me take your hands and touch them so softly,
Kiss away into the creases, into the places where you think
You used to be.
Your life, your life -- what were you going to do with it, anyway?
Let me damage it, just a little bit, dust you up a bit.
Don't be the tiresome boy who hoards his Halloween candy. Let me give you a welt to remember me by
Look at all the things you'll miss -- Miss Mary Anne,
Good friends at the beach house, your son taking his first steps.
These are the precious things that can be lost,
The fine threads of your suit coming apart.
Nights that should be spent in dreamless sleep, I come to you,
Cracking open the door a space, I squeeze in,
Looking down beside the bedframe and say,
"Let me ruin your life."
Let me ruin your life by showing you one color at a time.
I'll tantalize you, drive you to despair.
Let me take your hands and touch them so softly,
Kiss away into the creases, into the places where you think
You used to be.
Your life, your life -- what were you going to do with it, anyway?
Let me damage it, just a little bit, dust you up a bit.
Don't be the tiresome boy who hoards his Halloween candy. Let me give you a welt to remember me by
Look at all the things you'll miss -- Miss Mary Anne,
Good friends at the beach house, your son taking his first steps.
These are the precious things that can be lost,
The fine threads of your suit coming apart.
Nights that should be spent in dreamless sleep, I come to you,
Cracking open the door a space, I squeeze in,
Looking down beside the bedframe and say,
"Let me ruin your life."
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