Hangman

The sand is a great big brown shape next to the rocks
I don’t know how to express this to you
I see your brown eyes, they are as desperate and useless as crabs
I am lonely on this Valentine’s Day night
And many people from all over have their eyes on this and do they get it?
It is they grey shape of modern desperation
It is the misuse of desperation that makes us so desperate
I am going to use my GPS unit to find you in the wild untamed world of your sorrow
I am in love with so many things, and alternatively I am surprised
at my sensual perceptions of so many things I am in love with
We are in a conversation and you ask me if I am selfish
My dick is in my hands and I answer have you swung for the fences yet?
Blue lights in my coca cola glass you are halfway across the quai
and fishing for anybody else who can make you feel something while in
the lonely world.

Speak my words to me and breath my language
you are in the past always and you don’t talk with any force.
Above the earth the satellite dishes are listening
they are as folded in and ugly as my ears.
This is the world of dreams
and this is the mask of dreams
and that is the window
and that is back to the window where you could have believed in flying away
so stick around. Or seperate.