SHITE

A symphony in roses

resides in tacky obviousness

in my kitchen

and shit doesn't work

so how do I feel?

I need my fix of you and that

a lot of that and even more of you

a reactionary distraction from broken

the least of the problem

is broken

A distraction like an arse bent over a railing

or a faint smile

Do I even notice that shit anymore?

I'm sending out signals

that are noticed

but the ones I'm not sending

are felt more

It's all here, inside

read my mind

Slap! look over there

Don't read my mind anymore please

that half smirk always makes me think you can

SRWB 2010