all that you see
is the bright happy me
with my hands baring
and my teeth grinning
as the sun comes moaning
from the early dawning
i'm happy to meet you laughing
under my hands cringing
On happy streets i walk
on lonely streets i talk
while listening on wheezing
i seem to be freezing
under the finger tips that held
a smoky hand that killed
only because of one thing
that kept me from feeling
the fear to let go
of his bravado
the love that bound me
to my deathly foulie...