little Michael why
are murders of the spirit all the sky tonight?
we hurt and get no quarter
where our pants are dropped yet we're not spanked.
little Michael you, as I,
are damaged goods
a spare reminder of the lives that get cooked up
but thrown out of the menu's soup some days.
are you still dreaming of a kiss
that never melts away?
a note of music just as beautiful as day you heard it first
and ring until you die?
i am hungry for the same
and I would love to see life satisfy that hunger
in our giving
lost but looking hearts.
if there is not a way that we will have it in this life
we have to hold on to the promise
born inside our patient days...
little michael why