little whispers as i walk by.
a smile so slight you're left guessing.
my inner Rocky Horror Picture Show running through my mind.
still these days it's better.
same thoughts. less reaction.
like it's been overplayed.
and already on the radio.
i could care.
but thankfully i don't.
i'm too busy not to notice the breakdowns occurring.
i'm too absorbed in living to take out time for thoughts.
i'm too ingenious to play fucked up games.
that hurt my head. my heart. my....
the planets have moved into Scorpio
and life is heating up.
i sweat just thinking about....
let them speak a little louder next time.
so i can blatantly ignore.
instead of pretending still that my Third Eye is not so clear.
i'll beam some light out and shoot them in the hearts.
if the rumors keep on following me
maybe i'll start owning them
or turn them into soap operas
so they can watch their own words.
i'll break a few more hearts and send them home
and sit in bed with my sliced peaches and honey
and sip a bit o' tea.
and start this whole damn poem all over again.