By The Guppy
Date: 17 August 1999

passive view

angels sing her praises
as time, in my mind, erases
any future of forgiveness
yet i know she's everywhere
some might make assumptions
and scoff at ridiculing races
she's got no need for patience
and the last thing she would feel is despair

blankets make my refuge
a soft solution to the deluge
i don't mean to be demeaning
but, i just can shake the shame
she's sitting in the window
knitting needles in my pillow
stapling shards into my ego
and blaming me for just not being the same

a magnet clocks my motions
she mixes up transparent potions
she tosses them into the current
expecting nothing shall be lost
i retard salvation
and make a play on retardation
and remind her that inflation
can mean much more than elevating cost

she barks at me in madness
and tries to fit me in her harness
developing a simple system
to magnify my debt
but, i hear purring features
as she divides me from my sutures
i know we're just confusing creatures
and she hasn't learned that yet

like a child tossing marbles
she pounds promises on the table
her fists seem fully fitting
to be clenched around my throat
making all that's steady
seem to shake before it's ready
twist it all into spaghetti
and compliment her nearness to remote

i've picked a foreign accent
with which to express my resent
and trivialize the things
i'll never truly know
maybe i'm misguided
or perhaps just undecided
either way that i apply it
i know it's time to go