One foot on water
And one on the sun
Straddling your borders;
I didn't sleep last night.

It takes only a moment,
A ball tossed on the court.
Too many years of words
Wrapping, wrapping...
Tighter than a web
Around my finger tips,
Too sore and too many
Inspired words for me
To resist or even wipe my eyes.
(There's a fine line
Between 'inspired' and 'melodramatic';
I didn't know it at the time,
But believe me, you overstepped 
Your bounds).

He plunged the knife
But you helped turn it,
And while the memory of his
Thrust has faded,
Your scar is still there.
(How's that for melodrama?)

The steps that go nowhere
Truly led nowhere
I followed them down and
Into the wall.
I looked for the door,
But it wasn't in beauty.
I looked for the key,
But it wasn't in flesh,
And it sure as hell
Wasn't in a late-night call
Meant only with good intentions.
(But what good are intentions,
When the ears are already closed?)

The bats may not be back,
But I sure am.
My hair isn't the only thing
That's red,
And I don't have to be a manucurist
Working through school or
A cross-country bandit bemoaning
The woes of life at the bottom of
A mug
To know when I'm bitter.

But bitterness fades,
And phonebills do too,
Fortunately for us and
Our checking accounts.

Stay out of my dreams.