SHORT ORDER.

A phenomenon is just a matter of opinion

and I don't know why you'd call, 

just so I would talk you out of a bad decision. 

I make bad decisions, with utter precision. 

I prescribe one every morning, like a physician. 

I quantify my wishes

like a mathematician. 

How could you not know by now, 

that Im hiding by dreaming- 

I keep my feet on the fall 

like some keep their eye on the ball. 

but you know me, I dance with the forrest

because I fail to see beyond the trees.

I miss the colossal of giants, 

had I not been examining their knees. 

It all slips and slides in the butter of magic. 

But that's just a matter of opinion. 

and in every small day, there lies a large phenomenon, 

But that's just a matter of dominion. 

Where Have You Been All My LIfe?

Timing is a killer.

She has found us;

white knuckles and 

heavy breathed,

she has found us, 

incorrect. 

She has found us;

not in the same room,

she has found us ready

and overly groomed. 

She has found us;

fed us drops of poison, 

for two years long,

you chose the wrong cup,

you drank it up, you drank it up. 

Take your morning without a kiss;

Take it black,

with too much charm

   on ice,

too much harm 

   in parklife. 

My side of the door knob fell to the ground,

you couldn't get in 

and I couldn't get out. 

Paris Says So.

The Paris that killed us.
The Paris that gave us mouth to mouth.
The Paris that swallowed us whole,
   Whole like a trout.
The Paris that whispered,
    Spells like clear bells.
The Paris that took us to her breast,
   Then threw us out with the rest.
The Paris that tied the knot,
    of the blindfold-
    of the promise-
    of the noose-
that somehow, came loose.

The Paris that kept her hunting heart hungry,
hungry for meat,
grinning so wide,
blinded by teeth.

The Paris that took us away,
in every way, only to return,
our remains.

6 Month's Time

We were so close to love.

We rubbed elbows with it.

We knocked on the glass.

We took the fastest road

and then we decided,

just to pass. 

e. 

Time As A Construct.

Know these arms are bound tight with history,

Know the miles grow lonely with no victory.

Know that I watch the night birth hands,

and blindly search,

for the 'other' man.

I know your classical twist,

I know the way you've become a quiet

ventriloquist.

Know,

It's because we've got so much,

against us.

It's because we've got so much,

between us.

It's because we've got so much,

ahead of us.

It's because we've got so much.