One Afternoon...

All day mumble,
Thoughts in a jumble,
A loser's gamble,
I take a tumble,
And in free-fall mode
Rusty fan and hallucinations...


You paint me,
In bare necessities,
I pose, you devour me,
Helpless, innocent,oh-so-dolled up,
Of feeling and Saving,
And Groping and Raping,
I still pose, on the dusty divan,
With over-sized goggles and burnt-out fags,
My body full of your invisible tags,
Ooh a Dali, or a Warhol in person...
Rigid, frigid, of bottled-away passion,
Your attempts foiled,
The sheet's soiled,
I'm yesterday's Muse,
With only a stale excuse...


Run Erendira Run,
Run Lola Run,
And after all of you are done,
I'll still be waiting for my turn,
And in the lies you told
Peeling walls and Auburn wigs...


In the balcony,
The afternoon sky so red,
The leaves so still,
Parched,wanting to heal...
A nip on my neck, pressure on my thighs,
You wanna make love, I can see it in your eyes...
Your necessity, and I'm bare
Stop...the neighbors do stare..
Broken blinds, and furtive glances,
An occasional cackle...Stop...
Oh shame and voyeurs...
Stop!


Bitch, this is the way to be,
This shows we are free,
This is so Warholesque, so rebellious, don't you see?
This tells and sells, Oh yes, I can see...
Dying a thousand deaths,
In your grunts and breaths,
Of my long-lost youth,
In your half-baked truth,
Grope, saliva and senseless drivel...
And you continue to stifle...
Love, Love, Love,
Take me high above,
A flash of lightning, one hard push,
Over the edge, one last cry, Hush!
It's so red beneath me, on the streets,
It's such a red sky too...
And the rain begins,
Washing away every last trace,
Of you...
And I'm one again...