By the guppy
Date: 20 December 1999

slant

you throw me into flames
when you say you'd name me as your friend
i just might be the best
at cheating on your tests, or maybe i pretend

you tear me at the seams
i'm double-stitched and full of dreams
you never ask me what i mean

i'm molded in your palm
i try to remain calm while pressure squeezes in
your fingers shape my soul
you know you have control, more than with a friend

i'm painted with your tears
i'm ground up in your gears
i've not outgrown my fears

i'm secretly your slave
i'm prone to rant and rave when forced in face to face
i'm the tortoise when it comes
to chasing what i love, i always win the race

i'm deluded, but i'm smart
i let my form be stretched apart
i do it for the art

i'm cured with salt and smoke
your presence is remote, i focus on your voice
it rings in waves of laughs
i'd never change my past, i'll never have the choice

i am an eyelash in your hand
i am a shifting grain of sand
i am a very simple man

i am still searching for a source
my dreams are not endorsed
the breeze of love will choose my course