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day by day the disenchantment worsens
i'm finding myself unable to go on
not merely caught in indecision
i lack the strength to end it all
nor can i see the colors that used to feed me
my dreams, my happiness, my freedom
the meager sustenance
that neither nourish nor diminish
there's no fear here nor faith
i'm walking on a thin line
with my eyes wide open
my steps never faltering
and never sure

rubber schmucky you're the one

what with all of my thoughts and essentialities

blow away.

your plaster cast face melts

and the emptiness was filled with your powder

someone wrote poetry about you

and your pale smile

i read it. and you go paler

because you're unsmiling

and your name isn't schmuck

beautiful beautiful schmuck it says

so beautiful it hurts to look at you

the ghost of your pale lips lifting at the corners

and the uncertainty of the liquid movement

they stump me

you remind me of blinking at a 3D poster

you grip my head to see only you

what of colors

what of the sun

to me there's just you

and i thought all i wanted was an English butler

oh, my boy papipap

should i dance on your lap?

should i bribe the pale moon

to carve your heart out with a spoon?

i am paralyzed with indecisions

i am affronted with inspirations

to skin you alive and let you bleed

to suck you senseless and lick you dead

which would you rather be?

a poem more lovely than a tree?

or that discarded pristine pointed piece of stick

i would love to prolificly pick my teeth with

you're that marauding mealy mammoth of a maggot

feeding on my rotting crumbling sack of sanity

that one shiny glistening bit of cherry

essential to every man's sundae

my ardent yearning, my exquisite pining

my moron of a heart resigning

to this fate wth the moon aligning

taking me to ecstatic throes of passionate maligning

3 am muse

wide-eyed and honey brown

innocence that deceives

they can show so much and reveal nothing

and i lie here drowning in saline confusion

you still roseate my world

fingerpainting walls in grayish pink

whispering with your cupid's bow lips

promises of lilac rapture

words rushing to hide

behind the purple shadows

of your fickle unfeeling heart

something this beautiful and disappointing

and i am overcome with yearning

i see you smile

and i see the face i've been trying to unmask

in all my happy ending dreams

still as elusive and unmoved

by my futile chasings

like fluttering gossamer butterflies

fading towards the dawn

diluting by the light of the day

and i stand here bewitched and befuddled

barely able to contain the beating of my heart

like so many silver bells

mingling with the echoes of your sweet voice

and the saccharine promises they fail to sanctify