I cannot be more than this
yet you dream that I can be
your every wish fulfillment
technocolour flickering
panoramic wide-screen shot
set the spotlight over there
keep me sweating in the glare
tie me to your wooden chair
forcing me to sing your praises
turning my love to hell on earth
spitting out your hallelujah
just fucking let me alone
to be what I am on my own
regular ordinary
simple mediocrity
drinking coffee bitter black
while the rain washes away
every footprint I have left
every vanishing inkstain
that ever marked my words
then you can smiling say
in chortled satisfaction
“look he was there;
and now he is gone…”
for good.
