<font face="Bard"> ~*~ I live by the train so I can tie myself to the tracks ~*~

~~ I live by the train so I can tie myself to the tracks ~~

~*~ The Other Picture of Dorian Gray ~*~

Black & white pictures remind me of rain. It can wash away the words. And from fair lips dripped words that were not, leaving me in a glowing heap like a gang of candles at a funeral. These words sit like pouting children desperately wanting to be noticed. These words hide like stars behind the moon; shy & apprehensive. These words speak from the portrait that minds its manners yet never holds its tongue. This is what heals me. This is what kills me… -C. ’94

~*~ Number 13 ~*~

Here’s the key to my prison off highway 66 Give me your eyesight in return Here’s the angel who sat on my shoulder She couldn’t tell which way my fires burned… Give me your undying mistrust Your labor of lust; Damnation or bust…… Cuz I’m 13, sad number 13 In black & sitting on your mama’s shelf I’m 13, sweet number 13 The wolf inside your innocent self…. Here’s my smile for your kind words Then never let me hear again Here’s the hour glass upon your wrist Time means nothing now & then Give me something to live for No angel or whore I’m no baby anymore…. Cuz I’m 13, lost number 13 Can you change my heart from black to blue? I’m 13, weak number 13 And I’m only this way because of you… -C. ’94