I wrap my tired arms around your closed off flesh. Tried
to beat into you - I love you, I love!
You just shook it off and wiped it clean with a glove.
Can’t wait to see what happens next, god dam this living
god dam this mess.
Shoe boxes full of laces and letters of bilk, razor blade
apples and cyanide milk.
I stare at the ceiling but I can’t make it work. God dam
this living god dam my soul its not that I want to I just can’t control.
I can see the end so clear don’t know why, you can’t see
it too, there’s just so much everything and everything’s you.
Cigarette burns on the back of your hand, candy coated meth
balls to make you subdued.
Jet fuel and ashes cover the earth, life is for living from
day one of your birth but I just can’t stand it all the fuss and the shit, god
dam this living I don’t see the worth
Sunshine and rain showers, snow storms and floods, black
hoods and iron rods coming back all in blood. Why can’t they just let me be
God dam this living, it feels more like hell, needles and
2x4s do just as well to stop all the voices inside my head, time to stop screaming,
time enough to be dead.
God dam this living,
god dam this mess, if it seems I’m unhappy it’s because of the dress,.. the
dance.
There’s only escape in shadow and dust, kick off the bed
sheets and roll in the crush of this 4 star traveling day dream peep show, the
playgrounds on fire and the children all know.
God dam the sinners and saints meet there too, just an
average night in the life of a muse, forgotten and broken in throw away shoes.
The shallow rise and
fall of the battered and broken make me feel so alive, I feel so unspoken of
words that elude me again and again it’s late and I’m tired it’s time now to
end.
