thoughts on the matter

"thoughts on the matter"           I wanted to be your conquistador           cooing an invisible           soft stone whisper in your ear.           lacing your psyche with           absynthian side effects.           I brought little more than           adolescent tinker-toys to your           eight minute attention span           Filling you like a commercial break           between hackneyed, gregarious, main stage           players.           So, you tell me Act II is to be some extra-fleshed,           Rogaine wearing, dot-com barbarian on the cusp           of middle-age.           With a fluoride smile like Mr. Clean meets the New Year's Baby.           lucky           lucky           you           watching his grin leap at you from across the room           I felt a animal clawing in my throat           on the verge of exuding a barrage of horrorshow expletives           at the libidinous devil gleaming off his greasy cue-ball                     I sat silenced by my own nightmares           an anxious and awkward butcher-boy           feebly defending my fortune           like a toy-soldier would up too tightThe ending sucks HELP! Written August 13th, 2001 © on Aug 13 2001 06:53 AM PST   0 • 1