For once I’d like to offer a love song,
beautiful reds and yellows in tune
fecund greens and delicious sky clouds
instead of the dejected sounds of loneliness
For once I’d like to bow to the greatness of feelings
with warm fuzzy memories inside
wrapped up in cuddles and bunnies with roses in their ears
instead of motheaten mongrel cynicism
For once I’d like you to convince me I am wrong
that all the ice is just frozen water not splintered hearts
and the signs in the horizon do not spell doom
and surely none of this self-fulfilling prophecy.
For once I’d like to have dirty played nice
and darkness radiate light from my eyes
bloody hands and a wonderful innocent smile
instead of the hurt at the mention of your name.
for once I’d like to be called a liar
not be right in the head but be right in my path
with an ending, outside the circle of unfulfillment
an off-tune lament in harmony with a dried rose
and a dead hamster.