"Fictitious Characters you’d like to be"
Caught fresh off of nightmares, the unwitting
Dreamer, the motherless child, beautiful and beguiling
I used to crowd around him like a child
To a storyteller.
I used to agree with everything he said
And he would tell me
I was brilliant.
We were the dreamers of dreams
Of small lives no longer led.
Revolution was in our blood.
The gypsy curse,
Everything he said was poetry, and
I was never satisfied with anything real again
And everyone became,
Terribly ordinary.
So Fate tapped me on the shoulder
And asked for a dance,
I said take everything you can
And he’s been trying to collect
Ever since.
The beautiful life was brief
We were children born unloved, meant to grow up
And speak in tongues of mortal gods.
Time is a thief of beautiful boys
Like the tall girls I loathed
With hair black and reflecting as the Ocean at night.
It did not take so many years before
We found ourselves in the beds of strangers
We did not love,
Popping pills to get through the 9 to 5 grind.
TV dinners and masturbating to E! Model Sunday afternoon.
I go to work and tell them how you said I was beautiful and brilliant
Never ordinary.
And this place is not real in my dreams.
But no one is listening, papers are thrown in my lap
“File this under ‘Fictitious Characters’ you’d like to be.”
2002 Heidi