Jason Page

Some More Graffiti

If we were supposed to talk
More than we were to listen
We would have one ear
And two Mouths!

I am
What I be today
Without you
Feels lousy
To only to start to say

This undying lust is hard to maintain
The choice of reality or innuendo
Passing us day by day
How am I going to play?

Transfixed between two points
When does this end?
This state of flux
It’s getting hard to gage

Something is missing in my life
Where do I belong?
Why is this taking so long?
Honey, please help me get home.