What have you
done to me
done to myself
playing spot the
dog for
fun.
What have you
got for me
got for myself
two tricks low
surprise is
not.
What have you
said to me
said to myself
like widow words
stolen from
bed.
What have you
made for me
made for myself
accumulation of errors
proclaims to
fade.
What have you
sent to me
sent to myself
known for ways
without showing
repent.
What have you
stowed away or
defended for
another day
another day
another application for
an apt fortune
cash it or
crush it
soon.
Rest now
Lucy feels and
The way to go
On a gain line
Lucy grows and
Lucy shows no bounds.
The river flows
more than
once
to prove
to us
to us
the role
of trust
of trust
To gain
a world
is to
gain
sure right.
We tracked down
the derranged diplomat
(an estranged bureaucrat)
who gains
(who takes)
and gives
on a public scale.
Lucy places and
Lucy complains and
Lucy contains her tribute.
The way to go
this one
is the way we
would have liked
to have gone.
to have gone.
Time lost
past
grasped
now the mirror has
implemented the
re-correction.
A world away
from feeling
a world away
from loss.
from feeling
a world away
from loss.
On a gain line
to bid against
the fake of
two lesser
beings.
Lucy stalls and
Lucy faces and
Lucy places herself out.
Gather and
fall and
crawl and
become just another
one who
cannot be
the last one
left.
This
that
one left.
This that
one
left.
This
that
I am
(you are)
left.
Lucy is left
Lucy is left
belittled and
estranged to
the rest.
Sleep Less
I should have gone to sleep
I should have gone to sleep
because now I'm lying
in a heap of self pity
lying about my heap
of self pity
trying to get some sleep
but sleep doesn't come.
Don't pity me because I envy you
As you envy the world
the same world that
spat you out
for everyone
to see
The world is
pressing me and
pushing me and
choking me out
but i have come too
far to
give up this
or that
easily
Of course this world of
mine I could leave
behind
but don't talk about things that can never be.
Passengers stand in queues
and seem okay before
they open their traps
and spray how they want
people to be
without realising
the irony
As I stay
awake at night
thinking about nights past
I know more than
you think and
that would be alright if
I could just get some sleep
and in the morning
pay my dues
in the morning take my dues
and bang them out
in a line
one by one.
Instead regret is a cold palm
to the back of the head
poking its fingers
inside.
I should get some sleep
or make an attempt
or take self contempt
and put it away for tomorrow
because I've been up all night
I've been up alright
I've been up
and down
today.
I should have gone to sleep
because now I'm lying
in a heap of self pity
lying about my heap
of self pity
trying to get some sleep
but sleep doesn't come.
Don't pity me because I envy you
As you envy the world
the same world that
spat you out
for everyone
to see
The world is
pressing me and
pushing me and
choking me out
but i have come too
far to
give up this
or that
easily
Of course this world of
mine I could leave
behind
but don't talk about things that can never be.
Passengers stand in queues
and seem okay before
they open their traps
and spray how they want
people to be
without realising
the irony
As I stay
awake at night
thinking about nights past
I know more than
you think and
that would be alright if
I could just get some sleep
and in the morning
pay my dues
in the morning take my dues
and bang them out
in a line
one by one.
Instead regret is a cold palm
to the back of the head
poking its fingers
inside.
I should get some sleep
or make an attempt
or take self contempt
and put it away for tomorrow
because I've been up all night
I've been up alright
I've been up
and down
today.
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