By tongueincheek
Date: 1 June 1998

the december statement

alone in the efflourescence i am
whomever i want to bea sinner, 
a saint…a woman confused
for the things that you've said to me

i dare not punctuate the feelings 
that in these letters arise
instead i search for answers
in the moon, in my heart, in the skies

for how could it be
that I'd find you in here..
in this cosmic world of IRC
that in all the people who have passed by my eyes
im attracted to a total jerk

theres a song that poses the question
how do i get there from here?
the answer, my dear, is a gateway 2000
and a sixpack of cold sweating beer

the wavs play on... taunting
of love that is never to be
you'd think I'd get smart and get over you
oh no my friend...not me

instead i long for the touch of your words
on these long ago weary eyes
it's better to dream that there's someone out there
and to spend my time making up lies

i lie to myself, but not to my friends
who have vision that's clearer than you
whatever the outcome, however it ends
will involve those two letters ' p. u.'


go back to your wife, my little net love
cause you never had left from the start…
sorry the timing was so poorly timed..
but that's why they call this 'art'

cause without all the words to rhyme here
and without all the feelings to feel…
our lust would have been just an episode
…of the new show called "ally mcBeal"

i'm sure i'll survive this torture
and emerge pretty strong in the end
i'll join a net convent and give up you men

.........til the next time i get pm'ed :)