Observer

Pulled apart by the mania
And conflicting intentions
To want to touch
But to hate
But to love,
Also.
And it’s hard
Too hard
Pulled along by the mania
And this time
Its real
tangible
corporeal
And I pretend
That we’re more alive,
Now,
Than we are.
And remember how,
Before the booze,
Before responsibility,
Everything seemed like
Such a
Grand
Adventure?
You say come, come along
We’re taking back the night
I come
Because I want to believe
Because I want to believe
Refusing to look at the reflections
Of ankhs
In your frenzied pupils And I,
pretending
I’m just along
For the ride