Anicopo

You remember one small detail One flaw in a masterpiece A dying flame in a dark room A picture one millimeter off Hanging too low Painted out of proportion, to your disliking And one sad person trying to fix it Just to make you smile. You caress your model hands Around the cold clay earth Hoping to one day be just as delicate Hoping to be breakable As each tectonic plate is, and as each rain cloud Hoping to squeeze your hand around your world And destroy it And to go with it. You imagine an aching heart Pulsing faster than any machine To a steady rhythm that seems to cry Whispering words to you, reaching out and asking T

Look, it's pure devotion, In the story on the press, Concentration, Dedication, With a side-effect of Stress, I see flyers on the highways When the traffic's pretty thick, And I see the advertisement Of the pills that make you sick It's a diet; it's depression, It's a million little hands Reaching for the printer paper, When they do not have their crayons. It's a torn and shredded rainbow, There's no mixture, colors pure And that's when you hear the people Asking blindly, "Where's the cure?" It's the sexual assault, and It's the murders; it's the fuse That ignites inside you when you Ask, "What else is on the news?" 'Cause

The world goes on, and who's to care? One lonely sentence, "Life's unfair," An unfair life behind steel bars Some twisted fate for lovely stars. You're out of reach, like fantasies You dream of quite unworldy things But beauty is what beauty does So who's to say what readers love? It's quite the truth that poetry Is simply what you wish to see A memory is a storybook. Life's climax is a killer hook. You'll drop me if you're on your knees So grasp the bottle tightly please. I'm fragile, as your state of mind Just take a sip, we'll hold the tide. A word so wise, a threat so true To dare not let me falter you A drop of wine, a

A bottle is depression, if you know what I mean Sip one, slam two like a human machine Coiled in and out of heartbreaks Lost in melancholy tunes Yeah, I've been there, half unconscious Hand out reaching for the booze Drowning sorrows with a chemical no stronger than your own Waiting for the day some commoner steals both your queen and throne.