17th Entry

Paperback Cruelties

You say you don't love my
philosophy, but me.
But what am I but the
everything that I believe?
I'll still dance my song -
there's nothing wrong
in fighting for those passions that make me, and
yes, those who fail get trampled on,
yes those who flip the tails will
stomach the shot
of whiskey and coke from the rails.
Good men don't choke
loudly, and it's cowardly to run.
This game is seven-card stud.

16th Entry

More

Will you learn nothing from
her, will you forget how it
hurt? I don't want you to leave, and
you don't want to hate me,
but you aren't there and
I don't dare
to ask you anymore.
Don't you love her more?

15th Entry

Would

Darling we're starlings
it's crystal that we're meant
to be seen as we had always
been, always
leaning on each other, always
suffering the way lovers suffer,

and maybe I still see your green eyes,
through your calm disguise, oh
my, what angry eyes you have, baby
what insults have I said now, baby,
what wretched part her is still left, tell me,

and yes, darling you're charming, but the
vultures won't cry
like I would. You'll
die alone and
dig your own
grave - she won't save you the
way chay could, the way chay
would if you would just love her
the way you should.

It's not over is it, between you?
Or maybe just not over in you,
and you know that, but who's that that would
and who's sad that she's too crude
but you?
And it's not over between us.