The boys spoke not

so I was left haunted...

A boy that I loved &

A boy that I wanted...

Beautiful Garbage -

I know what she means...

The night never ends

but I play out my scenes;

I can support one

& not tell the other...

I'm sure that they know but

they want each other...

Boys on a date

& I can't stay inside...

I tried to escape

but they wanted a ride...

I shouldn't have spoken;

Their silence was golden;

And I was left only

with them to feel lonely -

I made a connection -

but that was left broken.

© OCTOBER 3, 2001 By Jason Wright

- For Marc -

Who had to have felt it...

- & For Mark -

Who somehow turned

this Devil into a fucking Saint!

[or if not a saint...at least a Monk.]