Stockpile the lovers
and all those sexy devil girls
Hang them out the windows
Let the wind rattle their bones
Gather up the children
and feel free to sing along
Lost in a dream
with this machine
gun
Hold fast in this virtual jungle
Spy the glass around each corner
Squeeze me
like that blood sucking tick
Crack me in half with your crusty nails
What are we, but ticks
sucking
on the body of a tick,
on the body of yet another
even bigger tick
Don't we all suck?
Sand trap
to fill a cat
Something wicked
in the box
Graciously excepting his infection
spewed forth
from his tainted erection
He is the drugstore
always filling
and feeling me
His needle made me numb
Follow love and you'll be fucked
And the wicked wick is lit
He shakes down butterflies
under this purple moon
As ambrosia reflects the curse of forever,
the burden of perfection
A rusted sadness
creaks and groans
growing stronger
as the red morning dawns
Grasshopper messiah
Granddaddy of crunchy happiness
Enough to fill a jar
No one mourns the lightning bug
suffocated for his gift
Like the sick dog
that recycles
and regurgitates
his own stomach
in a never ending cycle of bile and acid
Yellow and brown
You chew your victims
but their thoughts get wedged between your crooked teeth
And its hard to floss with broken nails
and missing thumbs
So you slap her down
Someday she'll fight back
And you laugh
cuz you know she cant resist
I cant justify the bones he broke,
My bones,
but once
he loved me
I had to be corrected
Naughty girls get slapped down hard
Cheek bones shattered
against cold cement floors
His rage
accompanied by my own stupidity
left wet maroon marks across the black skies
But i don't cry
It wasn't his fault
Rotten slippers
hop along side the private canal
Baby sleeps inside a sweet dream web
spun by the widow
She has plans
when at last the hourglass runs out of red red sand...
But sleep
only sleep
Do not fear before the time
Eight arms
reaping
Like rough men in the fields
We don't decide
only abide by the screams from the tower
from that tomb
Plush and green
with mystic moss
So inviting
Please come lay
Please come rest
A tricky illusion by clever puck
And along comes
intoxicated cupid
spitting arrows
like fire from his sorrow
Iron out the blame
but don't doubt that this pain hurts in secret ways
An Ecstasy illusion
bears more that its name
I need more than just glass slippers
My twentieth century fairy godmother
equipped with silicon and lasers
But who sweeps up the floor?
Throw me in that pile
of unwanted body parts
No need for this thing
bloody
and beating
You're beautiful now
Emotion holds you back
Just syphon from the crowd
Mirror norm
whoever he may be
Mime and mimic
march to his drum
Stand in line as they rate your breasts
That never were your own
