Thursday, April 1, 2010

I cut the pieces from our past into shapes of flower petals,
They fall to the ground in symmetry with my footprints which are lightly tip toed across the sandy floor.
I AM ALONE HERE. (but there are so many people)
It's so much easier without you,
did you know how fond I am of your mother?
(she is really quite beautiful,)
I am so intrigued by her past.
She was a traveller (like me,)
She was a dreamer (like me,)
She was a sinner (like me,)


Please forgive the mistakes I have made, the promises I've broken and the permanent stain of persistence.

I HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM.
I AM ADMITTING IT TODAY.
WE HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM.
A LOVE PROBLEM.
A NEVER END THE PARTY, NEVER STOP THE MONEY,
NEVER FEAR THE FUTURE
PROBLEM.
I AM ADMITTING IT TODAY.