Poetry
Mark Lawrence
Wallflower
the boy becomes a man,
but is wisened far ahead of time...pre-sexualized
& filled up with a tank full of fear...
insecure...
always been a little bit obscure,
like the wallflower.
Always preferred to stay in the dream...
in the bed.
Christ! if only to escape boredom.
It is Fall once more, chilly and gray outside, like
a million times before...I reach death every Fall
in my head, we make plans for the future. Hey! if
you are on the outside, then welcome on inside my
skin, cold with sarcasm, emptied by sin.
Wallflower wilts in the fall with a nice smile
on his face, he grins at the back of the black
& accepts automatic pleasure from the mechanical
systems & chemical dreams...Magazines with girls
that can almost speak...she'll show you how being
awake is the hardest battle. The Fantastic Dream
begins every time I hit home, and conciousness
ends...
This appeared in gLand magazine, circa 1995.
