the conundrum rolls on, blinds your soul and sucks your breath out. the conundrum of sun, of light, of happiness. the conundrum of thinking too much, of doubts on your goosebumps, and the only reassurance you have is skin on skin and breath against breath. and i _know_ i know you're good for me the way princes are good for queens, but on the throne i'm still staring at vultures glowering the sky, and you see through me, eye to eye to your beautiful world. new york on wednesday, new york again. the love affair of my life. the city of pain. the city of harangue. the love of my life. the insouciance and glowering towers, lifted by thousands of towering gazes... and here i am trying to be one in a million. think me not foolish, says the eye, heed me and praise me by the dock of provincials, buy me fish and candy as we row down the lane, down the drain, down the vain.
praise me.