composure

"I would like my body to be decomposed into little pieces as i am laying down
...in a matter of thirty seconds."

-not working.

"I would like my body to be decomposed into little tiny pieces as i am laying down
..in a matter of thirty seconds. now!"

-oh still not working.

"i would like to regain my composure and collect the little pieces i had left unattended in back alleys of my dark past. "

-maybe?

i wanted to know who that little child was
..who's been hiding in all my pictures
i never found out what the name was.

i would like to wake up early everyday- really early-every-day-just to see if i could do it.

himmm, no.

i said "a pink pony with stars on its tail"
when the man with kargo pants,who makes the black paintings
asked me what i want for christmas.

i didn't want to tell him
if i were to have one-
it would probably die shortly after
because i would forget to feed it.

"that's more like it"

I want to tell you all my secrets.
But not really.
I want you to want to know all my secrets.
More like it.

I want to find that warm spot on your body
that will fit my head perfectly

I want to touch the tip that will erupt in pure pleasures.

I want to kiss your eyelid every morning
just before you wake up
on the right side.

I want to hold your fortunes in a cookie jar,
and offer one to you
everytime you misbehave

But not really.

I want to taste your bitterness.
More like it.

i find myself listening to song for jo
on the subway this afternoon
i taste the bitter residue my candy cigarettes left on my throat
that velvet voice never leaves my head:
"why do i have to be so black and blue?"