One, Bad, Lane

I burn for you
yes, I need you tonight
it’s a wicked game you play
and I’m wishing you would stay
you work in strange currencies
on the other side of the world
and I’m right here
counting your 9 crimes my dear

I sent my message in a bottle
and with every breath you take
yearning for the angel of harlem
I feel better when I’m numb
in the streets with no name
we play this wicked game
in the name of love
we play this wicked game

round here, she’s always on my mind
but without stopping the love
we can never be one
and I’ve come undone
if I could, you know I would
I would take you on
want you for my Beautiful Blue
because really all I want is you

Copyright L.M. 2007.

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Patient Inquiry

say it ain’t so
break the silence
incomprehensible noise
years of pain
tell me something is wrong
but wise be the brain
and cruel
ironically heartless
justification of harmony
of evils and religion
perilous wait
a tumour of mindset
numbing an easiness
and making it senseless
getting there never works
I’m sent around
and around
a cycle of waiting:
of idiocy and ridicule,
incompetence and ignorance
shivers rise and fall
but rise more often now
and I wonder
where the clock will sit
when I finally find out
just what is wrong with me

Copyright L.M. 2006.