allow me to introduce myself
and make our propositions
let's make a toast to our turmoil
and compare our lacerations
i thirst for your attentiveness
so read the epitaphed tombs
do you still hunger affection
a dog to lick at your wounds
can i please follow you around
or am i merely chasing tails
is it coincidence our hearts
liken that of dark rusty jails
is it plausible we share pain
so then can we share your pipe
we adore same mountain views
sure death, we taste it ripe
so allow me to reintroduce
for i know you have forgotten
we're a lovely double suicide
two rotten brown apples begotten
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
