Oh Peter! You have lost a Lost Boy He never made it to Neverland He couldn't find the second star on the right And he ended up in the Alleys of Midnight Alone and scared No one could hear him No one would help him Everyone he trusted let him down
Oh Peter! As he grew up (For the Alleys of Midnight Forced everyone to grow up) His spirit grew dark His shadow dominant He waited for rescue that never came And his tears turned him bitter And his bitterness bred a rage That would quake the feather In Captain Hook's hat
Oh Peter! Can you help him? Can you rescue him? Can you take him to the forests And play follow-the-leader games? Can you show him how to Think happy thoughts again? Can you resurrect his inner child By splashing in the Mermaid Lagoon? Can you help him believe in hope again?
I wrote you a box of postcards I never sent I could not set the stamp In place I could not address it To that space You weren't there anyway You never really were
These Hollywood nights are long The city filled with thousands of souls All of us together yet alone The green and white neon outside my window burns intrusively bright Adding to my restlessness in an unforgiving summer heat I imagine this is what Hell feels like All sweat, restlessness, longing, and need The fan whirls and clicks in the corner of the room Impotent in its efforts to bring relief
I stare at soot-stained walls remembering You are mine and I am yours Though we are neither You haunt my dreams The smell of you The taste of you The dancing electricity of your skin against mine The spark of us igniting together I submerge into the memory of us Distracting myself from the oppression of a city that welcomes no one
I see your silhouette leaning over me when I close my eyes I feel the softness of your lips and the heat of your breath I shiver as goosebumps rise on my too hot skin I can almost feel your hands on my body And the ghost of your lust-heavy voice whispering in my ear I let out an inaudible gasp as rivulets of sweat run races along my throat Reminding me of your fingertips
Sirens suddenly erupt from the street The walls now the stage for the dance of red and blue strobes Reality returns with its harsh shadows and sharp light Razor-edged voices rise up from the sidewalk Flavoring the oppressive night with desperation and power struggles I take a drag off my joint in an attempt to increase the space between me and the world I hold the smoke in my lungs for as long as I can Praying that when I release it that I can float away from this existence with it Back to the place where you held me close in a cool, comforting illusion of love
Words Wishes and Wisdom 