One Way Dialogue





	"Hello my friend and how are you?"

	looking at me with big eyes he now move to my left..

	"You don't look so good"

	By this point I would feel the desire to walk away,

	leaving him there with the crosstown traffic.

	I hadn't yet said a word.



	There was a small sense of irony in his voice.

	I've heard it before but didn't really have 

	the chance to put words on the notion.

	"Did you see that thing I did today up at the old froghouse?"

	shaking my head as a no, he would start to explain.

	It was all ust a way of getting attention I guess.

	Like selling your body...



	I still dance to that old jukebox,

	music is my drug you know.

	"Did you hear the story of that guy, he was so successful,

	and then he choose to end it all by putting a gun to

	his mouth?" And what a beautiful sound it was.

	The sound of hope?





		- So hold on for me and my friends

		  And stand among the bended heads

		  And wait before you drop the blade

		  upon the neck. of love________ ...

		

		- YEAH!



			    by Kornelius Hanssen,

				Crescent 2001

			      devoted.to/grunge