Caution: Hot Ashes! -- the girl says to her first kiss.nThey stuck eternity inside a bird's fist just to watch it fly!nJust to make it go!nJust to let things slip away!nnDon't ask me how I know, I just do...nNight Surgeon dons his robes to take apart a fellow amateur!nnYou may have heard it said one gives what one getsnWell, I didn't go out into the world just to be stung by a rich man's hornets...nnWho amongst us has left these things undone,nAnd who let these animals into my kingdom?nnA blind doe learns to work the rig...nA once-thin man turns into a pig...nnThe endless groves wherein my soul pukes the night away...nnThe problem as I see it --nI was messed up on a tangent that was wrong.nThey mix 'em strong and I was partial to the feeling.nIt is a terrible feast we've been stuffing our face on...nA terrible breeze from the East comin' on...nnIt bears the scent of our one hundred first kills...nnYou love her. You leave her.nYou try to achieve a breadth of vision that she has from the start.nI got Street Despair carved into my heart...nI got Street Despair carved into my heart...nnMy dear, didn't you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating.nThe problem, as I see it is (girlsstayawayfromthatshit!)nnSaw you in Swan Lake -- you were great!nSaw you down in Strathcona Square, devouring an AfterEightn(who cares! I didn't mean it!)nnFor the third encore, you saw yourself in half... It was just you and your raft and thisncrummy requiem...nnRun or fly --nAt some point I had to ask why..nI had to show youna world not tethered tonDisasters but this would prove impossible...nI snuck a look inside your skullnand said --nDon't look now but Gretchen's seeing red...nagain!...nnThe truth is a thing to coax out of its shell...nThe truth is -- On this, you and I are going to tanglenOff, treacherous bliss!! Off!nn(First you come in all sweetnAnd then on tiger's paws you retreatninto a darkened nether shadow region.nnIt's not that I quit...nIt's not that my poems are shitnIn the light of the privilege of dreams...nAlive, she cried once. Now Alive, she screams...nnHoney, get ready for the fall.nTime makes bastards of us all.nThe future's not ours to see...nIt'd be true what they say, were they to say --nWhy, yes, I dig the scourge!nnPraise be the delightful muezzin, tending his flocknAndnPraise be those alabaster hands running amok on your body..nThey love you in spite of your (lame) scene...nWe live in darkness. The light is a dream,nYou see...)