a sting of sadness

your suspicion
your story-telling mind
have got me hurt

but i'm taking all the blame
how often have i fed your head
with the wrong images of me
playing with them,
mixing them up, to the point
where the wrong became
somehow right

i wanted to see
if you'd crack

and you did,
of course you did
you were as weak as
i was

acting like cattle
breaking through the fences
whose teary eyes were there?

didn't matter
doesn't

we're left ashamed of
meaning-making
of having ever thought of
our gastronomical beings
to each other

we're strangers,
to make it all easier

with that i'll leave you


Friday December 1, 2006 - 07:44pm (CST)