House Of Stairs#32
June 13, 2001

I lived in a house of stairs
you always leaving
I was just waiting to come
into my own
where the trees were green
and everything led me
to your doorway


I'm drunk again
again
and wonder if I'm
something tolerable
I'm used to myself
not used to your demeanor
I cling to the glass
filled with something
that can take me away
and forget that it is here
one never forgets

I can feel your pride
being able to walk away
as if I was a piece of
chocolate cake you might regret
in the morning.

payment
for a stitched up heart
for something
you can't explain
I watch you walk away
where you never look back
and I have nothing to say