I bask in the sunlight It's 12:58 The air is cool and the breeze undulates I separate the wavelengths Into red green and blue I analyze the footpaths Of the fatal chosen few. Destined to walk On concrete sidewalks And they lean to the side To pick a rose: Now a door, close; Bilateral vision of the third-most degree Something's afoot Something smells fishy I glance at the reflection Of a plane overhead In the tinted window Of a casket and head It's immovable and fetal By joves it's superb! ...
You despise me, don't you? You can't understand my shame, and loathing, and disgust. -Daphne Du Maurier
We showed each other our scars Told of our wounds Pulled our skeletons out of their shady hideaways To connect on an intimate level Or so I believed
It was a game he held close to the chest A secret from his target Playing by a hidden custom set of deplorable rules Rules too outrageous it twists the mind into knots Evading common understanding His motives dressed up as benevolent
One day Jack saw Kerry in the dormitory She shyly introduced herself to him And he couldnt conceal the sexual attraction He wanted to start going out with her, So he pursued what seemed right to him
Kerrys body aroused him in some way He was seeing another girl who he didnt love And he wanted to know if Kerry loved him He accepted her negative reply with equanimity Jack's lecherousness led to his displeasure
She had the right to exercise her free choice, But she was a materialistic young lady Kerry was interested in...