Whatever in...

It's been ages

since pieces of time (stolen moments

lost like things lost,

since

you ne'er told me that you would go away for so long,

ne'er to re, turn).

divorce had crushed me, no one to lean on,

thinking while time was ticking,

gone homeless out of mind and out of soul,

how i screamed for you to return,

for the sails of your eyes to delight me like an awakening,

spending long nights near sewers,

drinking up a storm for daytrippers.

Without you, I was alone,

unable to contain myself,

spewing Raison Brand in lyrical fuckdoms,

screwing my mind on like a lightbullb.

It's ne'er the same without you,

I take to drink like I take to words,

eat thin air and drug myself with sleep

while riding death with sugar.

Please come back. It's always the women who leave.

Am I so wicked in your eyes?

Remember, other men will not give you freedom

religion and devastation!

Sil vous plait, madamoiselle,

je suis un petit homme.