I walked by the bridge again today The water is gone now Just mud
privately madly deeply
I’m looking for plants grown for poison i hold my breath just looking at the water I’m biting my tongue in a silent room
our love it seems is but the length of a dream and not a moment longer
Now I sit with myself, now I have something to say Now my head is shaking, now I can breathe Now I’m hungry, Now I’m alive
open up my channels I’m waiting for the show
Kiss me if you wanna drink me in
. . this would be so much easier if you had less stuff . .
. . the stories recycle themselves until we’ve all played the part . . .
I’m on the edge of the cliff looking down, looking up (am I even standing anymore or have I taken flight?)