Like Ashoka's Inferno of Memory

the music stopped and i awoke i can laugh at myself if i get the joke, somebody is paying

attention and not coping well with all the concrete

he ruined you without a single intelligent word, sometimes you get the punishment that

somebody else deserved

but a man must have his conquests to keep his spirits high and i…

and i heard you whimpering from behind the red curtain, i just rolled my eyes and went back to

my book,

i realized then,if ever there was something alive in you, something i could love, that thing must

now be dead

i asked if i could come visit her in her living grave, the place where she and her circumstantial

husband stay,

to whisk her away or at least shake things up but who am i to break up an unhappy home?

and you, you said you wanted to murder your rabbit heart, well you mustn't it's the part of you

that i love the best

you must keep it safe, let it stay wild, let it stay free, it what makes you special so much better

than me

i sent you missives from the Carriage Inn, you started killing our story before it could even begin

mourning us almost keeps you alive but in the wasteland of my memory i know that you'll never

survive

she recited Ohara's 'Having a Coke With You' while my friends were at a bar outside of Lido

smoking hash talking anti-america trash

i want to be your Carl Solomon not something you fear, i kissed you darkly on the South Street

Seaport Pier

she's the daughter of the owl i'm the fox's brother, why's it so hard for us to say nice things to

each other

i know she feels for me i know she does what she can but still i'm out in New York City being the

other man

i don't want to make things messy, he's someone i respect, it's an evil situation but i guess i

deserve it, i guess that it is

karmically correct