What You Will Not See




You will not see me fold
You will not see me crumble
You will not see me curl into a
little ball like some Potato Bug
you poke with a stick
No, you will not see that
Even if it were so, you?d never
know from the smirk on my
face
You would not believe the depths
of this abyss I hold
And you will find yourself
Short of breath and suffocating
the closer you pretend to come
This boy, this trick, this
bitch has grown stronger
At first, I seemed a breeze
That was charming on hot summer
days
But now, you little man
I?m a God damned hurricane come to
Rip your little own apart
If I were you, I?d
Seek shelter before the shit
starts to fly
I am not your quick solution
for your mediocre plagues
that you pop in the morning
to make it through the day
a quick fix, a good dose,
a nice high. No.
I?m something new and fresh on
the street that everyone wants
to try but few can handle
Try me again and I?ll poison
your face till your world is
not so pretty, not so technicolor,
not so livable
Then you?ll understand what your world
now looks like to me
as I glance back, over my shoulder,
as I walk away

Copyright 1999