Marco DiLeonardo Art

"Come Alone"

January 2010

Come alone.
It's you I want, no one else.
I'm only inviting you.

You bring your friends,
you missed the point.
You bring your family,
you missed the point.
You bring your past,
you missed the point.

I want to get through to you.
Yes, only you, I want to get to you.
I want to get through your head.

Play like a professional.
Even if you don't know.
What you do matters least.
Ability never mattered.
Talent is a fucking myth.

Don't you know?
It's who you know.

Twice the price, less value and truth.
Seen on TV, sold to your youth.
We ingest to survive, treated with meat.
You eat too much, this smells like feet.
Everyone does it, so they say.
Never touch the stuff, twelve times a day.
Seeking advise, ignoring your vice.
Cleanliness is godly, your kids have lice.
All the useless shit, you know I need this.
Pristine brand spanking new, covered in piss.
False statement, believe me it's true.
You don't know me, I think I do.

Empty Handed:

It's not a blur to me.
Got there with two hours to kill.
Drove over icy bridges and garbage to get to you.
Sat inside my frozen car breathing into my hands.
Pondered over a dirty crumb filled table.
Heard subway trains scream your name.
The locals weren't even around.
No one know.

Walked to your door.
Rang your stupid fucking bell.
This day was already over and we hadn't even met yet.
Called to tell someone, anyone, where I was.
I remember standing by your gate
...and how you made me wait.
No one answered.
No one knew.