Thursday, November 3

maybe if you had let me sing i wouldn't be such a monster?
if i could have danced before you in a special dress
i wouldn't have hurt a fly?
i'd have theatrical make-up instead of all this blood in my mouth.
if only you'd wanted to listen to my song
you wouldn't be hearing yrself scream this way.
a captive audience...
all tied up in yr kitchen...
singing along 'cos you have to not 'cos you want to.
perhaps if i was on yr radio
i wouldn't be on yr case.


Anonymous said...

*gasp* at my new favourite poem

h said...

umm, gosh.

Anonymous said...

i don't want you
to change
you do