By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 4 April 2000
Ramble On
and on i ramble...
"...and tonight's featured story..."
"...Dr. Livingston, I presume..."
fragmented and jaded, this endless figure wasted...
fictitious, and docile...foam at the mouth for a while...
just dangerously close to the edge is all i need...
but whisper pleasantries...in my ear so i can...
figuring, figurine...fingering my food...
devastate, deflate...destroy my groove...
jumping is always overrated...
but standing on the edge has always been my favorite...
past time, my time...not a way away from the last time...
we walk...talk...tall glass of reality...
deep conversations and all that i can see...is...
repress, confess i...need someone to deny,
that they love...they hate....just what i wrote today...
it's not all like they said it would be
it's not at all like they said that it would be
creatures in the night
touch my life
you're mine
creature in my head at night
touch my...touch my mind and hindsight
i can see now that it was well worth it...not a trip to take everyday
but i see
what you mean by
disguise
defiant
delight, in triumph
i might
go
goodbye
goodnight
i'll try not to cry on the way to the end
i'll try not to cry on the way to the beginning
pass by me...when you've seen an eye full
stomach churn, mind burns as you digest the thoughts
crossing your path
what bothers me is that those thoughts will never last
what troubles me...is you
what disturbs me is you
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