Friday, January 17, 2003

Genious is relative. Celebrity is ridiculous. Consciousness is a lie.

*The Stars Are Really...*


I

Circles of sadness form around my eyes
I'm so alone when I'm without you
The hopeful swaying waves
Bring the driftwood that hits my feet
As it goes tumbling by on the water
The universe implodes around my mind
Inducing an alternative state of consciousness
Recalling the meaning of star-crossed lovers
A drop of blood in a bucket of tears
God's fatalistic snares
The dying roses that wash up against the shore
I held on up to you
But instead you gently kissed my neck
The circles of sadness form
Like Saturn's rings
Growing every minute I'm away from you
When yr near me again
I'll hold you like my shield from the radioactive world
You'll be my shelter from its deadly rays
And then I'll stare into the face of the moon and laugh
At the idea that whoever's face it is up there all molded in blue cheese
Has never felt the way I do at that moment
But (s)he's always been alone
And (s)he always will be

II

I wrap myself in the night sky like a blanket
Hoping maybe I'm delusional enough to believe it'll keep me warm
When it's so cold without you
I wish the summer would just melt everything
Including our hearts
And then we'd walk slowly to the irregular beating in our chests
I wish a lot of things
But there are never enough shooting stars to strap yr wishes on
Until one day you wake up to a giant meteor plummeting toward yr home
The great red shift
Or else you wake up to realize that all yr dreams have died
Suffocated when you weren't looking
And yr too old to start making new wishes
That's how people die alone

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