little bit

here
comes
the passion
(in true artist fashion)
five different brands of discontinued desire
(words are liars)
two of cups to your
six of fire
I am a broken doll
who says nothing at all
it's mostly wicked
just a little bit
oh, and
I'm not sorry.
I like the taste of it.

score one
for hope, and boredom
maybe
or more than

a wasted space
a necessary plane
my restless is dangerous
ask me again
I'll fight to the death for
the right to
bewilderment
draw in my breath to
make sure I am filled with it
the raw entanglement
an image
I burn with

(it's always fire)