Mirage Man

Chameleon of black and white, come lean on me
Don’t sacrifice your death for some utopian ideal
Trapped in a topiary maze, no exits and no clues
Her eyes are on horizons your blindside will never see
As I gaze on slight images and wish my skin away
In folds of dust and plenty
Don’t you know it

Huddled in my greying stripes I talk as if I could
And you inflame my tired eyes with rope
And purple covers my eyes in the mornings but with you
I dare to think I’d make it by my measures
My nails are so short these days, my arms run miles long
My feet not worth report these days
You are a river mountain dew
And everybody wants a taste of you

Don’t tell me about I
But you never do though I try so hard to try
Your patience is enduring as a mausoleum
I wish I was as talkative and crow accepting
But this isn’t my true voice I wear it only now and then
And sometimes in the daytime when I wish upon a star
And always I pretend to not pretend
And say so little in my favour I should die

I wonder you should say we meet as friends where you have none
I wonder you should think of me in white and chrome
You are my mantra now and you will stand
And you will be my morphine and I will do my best
To lithium light my way forward in the dark
I’ll hold your hand when you are waiting for a sign
Whole your hand touch sighs, your dreary prophecy
It must be as I dream or I will never sleep again
Until I am yours and dreams farewell to higher thought
We will be the lowest of the greatest
The brightest of the darkest minds together.
But perhaps I tack too much of me on you
I know you’re tired of my evading shading words
But some things can’t be said
Some things won’t be shown.
I will never tell you this, nor why it’s so
but truthfully
all hope aside
I am so
fucking brittle
One touch could lay me dead