On Being Broke

Broken inside but still ticking
No way of knowing
Where this train is going

So many dangerous words
Dangerous thoughts
Evil beckons slyly

Waiting
For a chance
To flower

Poison dripping
Patiently
Into my soul

I would have to save this whole awful world
To make a dent in my perfect wrongness

Or just go away
Quickly and quietly
Before doing any more harm

broken

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Mad about you

Faith begins where reason ends
Which sounds a bit like madness
But still I hold tight
To romantic dreams
And swim happily
In the sweet insanity
Of a childlike carefree love
Not trying to define it or explain it
Not trying to keep it or throw it quickly away
But just living for a while in the sad thrill of its grip