he knows.

I say, "no"
Please, "no"
Don't stop him
He's trying
Just once more for feeling
He's good
He's real
He's fitting
To his own cloth
No one must realize
What is real
And most unforgiving
Just lacking
Self assurances
It's pain
It's blush
It's scary
I want to find this:
"Feeling"
I work; I try
I'm reeling
From the false
Sentiments
And security
A landslide
Oh, "it must be"

CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP.

I can see the reason
Close minded after region
Told by the coming father
"You're not my young"
"You're not mine"
Trapped in ballrooms
Dancing on the floor
Like we're standing straight up
Couldn't carry on a conversation
With my shiny raincoat
So I took to drinking
Cigarette smoke
Against a chandelier
Made me feel safe
For what it was
Until I had a premonition
Saw the aftermath
Of all equaled hollowed parts
Left shattered on the dance floor
Like a fallen disco ball
Police storm the gates
As the crows decended on the deserters
Eyeballs out and sucking my stomach in
Dying with dignity
Like a centerfold for cheap magazines
Hands stained with the blood
Of the party guest punch
The host dosed in gasoline
Running the floor
Crumples into a burst of flames
Attractive girl drugged and violently pounding at her chest
Says: "What a great party."
In her last breath

The idealist.

Trick
Slick
Sonofabitch
Looking for an easy cure
Staying close to home
While running away
That warm light
Burning at his coattails
Smiling in the sunshine
Blowing smoke out of parked cars
Trying to settle down
While moving on
Sack on his back
And a bottle in his hand
Lonely train tracks
Filled with people
Trying to offer up some advice
Under their breath
While telling stories of taking chances
Littered like trash
In these bleached summer days
Showing shadows for who they are
A jacket on a skeleton
Small men speaking tall
They've had more than a few
Rope swung into the open water
Just to hit the shallows
Bruised and bloodied
Crawling up
To run home
Like some kind of joke
That hurts
Oh, it really hurts.