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Sitting on the edge of a park bench and oblivion

I can see the moon

he's sitting in the sky

golden like the silk

of rumplestilt delight

he's hanging on his elbow

thinking about life

I am doing the same

you're my only friend tonight

I still have dreams where you're tearing me apart

quartered in the quarters

putting horse before the cart

you're throwing all your pearls

at the swine I think that's me

I am picking them all up

because a girl has got to eat

and now I am throwing stones at the locked window

of this guy I used to be

a guy I used to know

begging by the phone booth

for his love I wont receive

the receiver screams DIAL

tone I think I have to leave

I'm spinning in circles

under street lamps

in the light

playing both parts

I say

"wanna take me home tonight?"

there's a ringing in the park

from the swing that clashes hard

the wind is angry reasons unknown for his rage

as the palms

so domestic


we're hit again today


that's the problem with the night

its voracious and insatiable

carnal apetite

so I am sitting on the edge of a park bench and oblivion

just waiting for the moment when the usher lets me in














There's a dog down the street

he keeps barking at the mailbox

and no im not sure what it means

I keep making up fake names

and wearing fake disguises

to hide my guilt and sadness

when I bowl perfect games

the letters they are scrambled

so the words I cannot make

to the apology I require

for the actions you took and take

the walls keep on whispering

busybody gossips

like you've never known my friend

they keep telling me its over

the world--so time to repent

my brain keeps flipping

channels but still I am streaming

on the screen

a blood covered prom dress

a Jamie-lee scream queen

pause--a moment of lucidity


sometimes when its dark out

I walk alone at night

I love it when it rains.

It never rained in Arizona.

I bask in phosphorescence

and dream of sunny day

I love it whens it late and the streets

around me become a ghost town

and plastic bags haunt the highway

and the strays myself included

wander to feed.



No, im not sure what it means