I have this eerie memory of a fairytale
maybe you can tell it to me again
how did it end?
who was the hero of this story?
I remember that the princess slayed the dragon,
and that just the beginning.

I had the strangest dream last night
the taste of human flesh still reeks in my breath
what became of us, the wizards of Babel?
why is it that i wished to die?
I remember that I relished in the feast,
and the act of killing, we called nature.

I have silent reveries about a slow revolution
but someone wakes me up
Is it already too late?
did we jubilate and rave while they stole our souls?
I remember that I have friends who hope to be a change,
and tomorrow is nearly yesterday.

You wrote me to stay strong.
You said do not give up.
You asked if I was happy,
and if I missed you.
I wrote you about my fears and said ‘Thank You’
I said yes and yes and added that ‘I love You’.

The hero was an amnesiac
a beggar and a king
the fairytale was told before it began
trapped in forever and never
the end so far
to live happily ever, even after.

She tasted like the last puff of a cigarette
already used
but who am i, but a beggar
with no right to choose?

she wrote french love notes
and wore lilac in her hair
beaconing for a lover
who was no longer there

he played her for fiddle strings
but it sounded like a harp
this and that, this and that
the melodies of the heart

i stood and watched
my cup aside
listening and waiting
to see what the fates decide

o filthy son of poverty
graceless and depraved
if you do not make for yourself a home
you make yourself a grave

if only i could comprehend, what had been said
and not ask for it, to be repeated
if only you goddess, take my weary head
and make your bosom for me, a bed

it wouldn’t be home
and only i would know
few men choose when to die
fewer still do it alone

she tasted like cherry cola
and marijuana
I am a beggar, loving her still
fighting for a right to choose

what do i have to lose?