~Make you Laugh~

Here's the keys
and take my car
the tank is full
you'll get so far--
it's the point it's
what we're fearing,
distant future and
it's nearing.
Break the windows
slam the door
scream I don't
love you any
more--
it's fantastic it's
a fuckup,
fatal error
it's some grand
luck.

Are goodbyes
always messy;
Must I cut me on
the glass?
Are you ever
sentimental,
has our whole life
been outcast?
Will you cry a single
teardrop will you
tear the photographs--
scream I don't love you anymore:
do I still make you laugh?

Pound the wall
and dent the scratch,
it worked out nice
but that's the catch--
it's the truth it's
now revealing,
it's the old lines
with new feeling.
Slam it back and
break the bone
scream won't you
just leave me
alone--
it's abuse it's
love me tender,
sweet reverie
I don't
remember.

Are goodbyes
always violent;
must I break me on
the floor?
Have you ever felt
a feeling,
will you just walk
out the door?
Will you look back
and remember
will you burn the photographs--
scream won't you please don't hurt me:
does that still make you laugh?

Take your things
and don't forget
to take mine too
but no regrets--
it's routine it's
new procedure,
leave only scars
that shouldn't
be here.
Slam it home and
break the news
scream do you feed
off this
abuse--
it's from the blue
but we expected,
bruises proof
we've
disconnected.

Are goodbyes always
like this;
must I always be
in pain?
Will you grow some
human mercy,
will you toss me down
again?
Will you ever feel regretful
will you miss
the photographs--
scream do you feed of this abuse:
did that thought make you laugh?

(The typewriter is eloquent,
it says 'all work no play'
and I am forced to wonder
if the words are yours or
it's own private say. . .)

Are goodbyes
always tearful;
Must you always make
me cry?
Are you ever
unsadistic,
will you kill it once
I die?
Will you even try to miss
me will you
cut my photographs--
scream

(I don't love you anymore)

Scream

(Won't you please I so adore)

Scream

(don't you love me anymore)

(Scream I don't love you anymore)

. . .but do I make you laugh?



~(c) 2002 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)