To Juuhachigou, with no regrets:
i'd offer words of wisdom
if i thought that you would hear them
and i would man the lifeboat
if i thought that you would care
i could sit between the lines
and watch you toy with synonyms;
will it take you long to find the ones
that redefine your rage?
you could have the greatest plan
and write it up to get it down
and you could keep your secrets, then,
when no one wants to know
you can step half in your boat and stop
to flick off center shore, while God
rolls by on rollerblades,
… Heavenbound,
and laughing fit to kill.
so if words could make you dance, i'd
make you dance, and dream
that dreamers leave their tracks in skies to follow,
like a cheesy melodrama
where the pain defines the stars –
if we pretend to be the
subjects we can wish upon ourselves
like idiots
and dream that nothing is the something
that we'll base our lives upon.
(will you miss me when you no longer
have someone to depress…?)
fin 1:23 a.m June 31st, 768, by S. Kuririn