by Mike Golden



YO!
You up there
in Camp Path With Heart
I've been trying
to find a way
to communicate
how much I love you
but I fail
and fail
and fail
and the more
I fail
the more
I hate you

I'm no regular bargain
that's for sure.
Like most men
who've been driven mad
by love
I bleed
on the dotted line
whether I get it
or not.

Maybe it's an old payback
from a past life
maybe just an old conceit
that took on a life of its own,
but whatever it is
is it not better
to go mad
from the pain of loss
than close yourself
off
to the only true
power on earth?

OPEN YOUR GAPS!
Once upon a time
I believe
you screamed
at me
OPEN YOUR GAPS!

I was stupid enough
to trust you
and you did
what lovers
have been doing
to each other
for centuries:
You ran me through,
right through my
stupid fucking gaps.



Good trick,
good move,
I should've known
better
than to trust
love
but you fooled me,
you fooled me,
you were pig iron, baby
a cold blue steel sundae
on a hotter-than-hell-
will-ever-get
day
that lives forever
in this fool's infamy.

Touchť.




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