Date: Sun, 22 Oct 1995 19:09:00 GMT
From: mushroom
To: chrome
Subject: .
                      dreams like lambs

again I hang from the mental webbing
which I thought I left behind teenages ago
a state of being in like
and unrequited, unnoticed, unaware, unaccompanied
as I sit knowing she's out basking in a loser
which she'll complain about later
when she could have been enjoying herself now
the frustration meter hasn't hit vaporization
just yet anyway, give it a month
obliviously she sails with my acquaintances
they all have her data and ear, not me
brings out the green in my golden brown eyes
and her closest connection knows my interest
suggesting grazing elsewhere could be wise
time bides, she's not completely unfriendly
just unknowing or playing that part well
I do my writhing in private and silently
showing me alone that my mind moves where
my words don't and my body can't, as yet
and my next chance to throw darts is eons away
so I'll toss and turn them in my mind until
                                          the mushroom
                                          10/21/95  11:17pm