So just hate me
for my slobbery tongue...

The shy poet
carries a mouthful of words...

High speed connections
and neon lights...

I could have loved you
with all the originality of truth...

There are no souls without substance
in need of a torso...

I have two voices...
One tongues of fashion...

Life is a mystery
dreams, an empty well...

Love always ends too soon
corrupting lies with truth...

God showers mankind
drenching our tart budded tongues...

Are you making passes
while I'm reciting my heart's passages...

All the cynics light up their cigarettes
and blow smoke at my half eaten heart...

Inside my heart
there is this gloom...