Wicked Mike

(South Africa)

WHERE IS HERE?


I am the Boy
and the Lover
of a woman that is insanely a wonder
I am the Man and the Fear
of Time marching onwards and older

She is the Dream
and the nightmare,
a cavernous Shyness her unsaid motto
I am the Truth and her mirror
in a world not getting any clearer

Where is Here?

You shut your mind
How can you think
that you can have it all
I am the screaming skin
longing for your gentle Sins
I am the Truth and your mirror
in a world not getting any clearer

She is Indecision
I am her Incision
We are the King and Queen of fantascene
I am Her and She is Me,
kissing cogs in an emotional war machine

And we can Live
or Die wondering

where is Here?

where is Here?

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2008

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