Guns-n-Roses Tribute

"The solace that I find there"

Concealed by her hair
I can escape the monsters
playing hide &; seek in my head.

There I crouch low
to cover my cowardice
scared but reveling in sweet shampoo

&;#8230; for the smell of it

I am a child on Christmas morning
Can't stay in bed
Can't lie still. Can't even wait 'til after breakfast

For them it is the thrill of the chase,
to watch a small boy
run to piss himself in his terror

&;#8230; for the fun of it

Under the cover of her mane
the bullies can't see me
I am all at once vanished and yet, so much there.

I watch them pass by the bus stop,
searching with open, salivating mouths--
hounds looking for their fox.

&;#8230; for the sport of it

From my secret hideaway
I stare out parting her locks
like a curtain

I look out into my audience
Crinkling crumbling leaves rustle,
Rude Loud, like five-year-old girls screaming

&;#8230; for the sound of it

Safe inside my fragrant cave
brown tendrils falling around me
like a waterfall

I know that my pursuers
will be back, demons sent to claim the soul of the
wimp sad excuse for a man, they will swallow me

&;#8230; for the hell of it