Mon May 03, 04
Title: Corks

In love with the idea that midnight
Is only a page turn away.  I can
Almost see the next note ringing off
My phone as the sirens flash over head.
Alone, never alone, I'm always here,
Toasting myself to another day and another
Year made without cannots and shall nots.
I can't see the moonlight, but I feel its
breathing on my shoulder.  How do you run away
From the sky, from the reason why?  From 
My own sense of worth contained solely in the
Next echoing beat, in the next string
Plucked from the fret?  Fretting over the
Head and the crash falls to ride the speakers.
When will I catch up with the rhyme?  When
Will I care that I only have ten seconds
Left to say everything I ever wanted to
Tell you that I love your desparate look,
And it's page turn away....