Thursday, August 11, 2005

The Portuguese Barber Shop

Fireman! Fireman!
Come and see what I have found...
I don't know where I'm going.
Why won't she say, I want you for me?
What have I left, if she wants only a Chinese man with his mohawk.
Nowhere I go...
the dreadful mirror image of my skeleton.
Have me love.
Have me.

I fear for her.

Bring me to life.

What else is left, but a sad, sad boyhood dream... swept these tears like shattering glass.

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