zebrasindenver

My brothers blood is thicker than your waters.

The beginning and the end hold little interest,

it is the middle that fascinates me.

For better or worse, we keep with us forever the scars of love.

I lie with the daemons of

truth

honesty

and wisdom,

who are the angels that you sleep with?

There is a lot to youth that bleeds pure innocence,

then there is arrogance and ego that belies youth,

pick your battles, make your choice child,

but beware the consequences, i have made my choices, wrong or right,

but i have a few years on my side,

you think you have beauty, and that will fade,

in the faintest way possible maybe,

and you will be left with your ego,

but an ego like yours is an enemy,

an enemy to us all.

I love you here as i lie in the bed of my sweating ghosts,

but no more shall you breath into my lips you say,

and you are there in your studio with the whispers of Rimbaud and an absinth echo,

you only hate words as they can question you even in paint,

i am my self but a word, a phrase, a passing sentence in your melee of life,

 i am but the overturned and over used phrase,

i am the devil you know.

the reason you won’t come is the same reason that i ask,

once again, your why nots are answered by others,

 i lay,

alone,

no breakfast,

no you.

How two souls should meet by accident,

there is a coffee shop around them,

and  bars of wood between them,

one broken by love, the other hardened by the same emotion,

but forever a life time of texts to be sent back and forth,

to Dorian,

un homme,

un ami.