By the guppy
Date: 15 January 2000

nightly bedroom saga

it's a good thing i don't have far to stumble
when my mumblings of you all fall from my head
i've got about 10 feet, as the crow flies, to crash into my bed
drift instead into rainbow dreams
of other things
than drowning sorrows
better tommorrows
all my common heartfelt cries will fall silent
tear away from violent skies
deafened ears
blinded eyes
they don't care
they don't listen
they aren't there
and i am just a visitor
a whisper in a hurricane
a teardrop in a tidal wave
a metaphoric brave intoxicated melody
whistled on bar fly lips
and tossed out as being old school
and in the way
another day will rise
and tempers flare
ammunition replenish
and tomorrow will be another day
same time, same place
same crime, same face
and same direction to escape
10 feet, as the crow flies
goodnight, sweetheart
goodbye