swing you sinners
as her odors aged pungent
she was adored by no one but the bar room ballers
and she muted the fact that she loved it
nightmares of sex with a faceless figure
had the texture cold boulders
positioned in an unnatural form
what treasures lay beneath her?
she scoffed the way I look
by the colour of my skin
she scoffed the way I look
with a chuckle and grin
and the children outdoors
made sandcastles out of bar room ashtrays
held together with oil and spit
while the seagulls soared to eat and shit
they used sunflower seeds as torpedoes
and used the whores who blows as strong as twisters
they stacked the fags like firewood logs
and powwowed to their guilts, their gods, their songs
my ribs became a withered spider
on its back with eight legs curled
I woke up to the noise of passing cars
and mating birds shifting in the trees
the morning dews collected on the fingertips of bulimic branches magnified the rising sun blanketed in fog
the spirit of the radiator whispered monotone
I looked towards the east to find the vacant body of my lover still asleep and sound
she was a heavy sleeper no doubt
I began to play connect the dots with her freckles that she's been insecure about since her high-school
her navel resembled a wishing well
that I'd throw lucky pennies in
hoping she'd never leave
she wasn't skinny
she wasn't fat
she was perfect
as I ran my fingers down the silhouette of her body, I noticed a smear of blood that would soon follow
I have cut myself to the sharp curves of her body..
the imperfections she neglected
the years of childhood depressions
...these were a few of my favorite things
I was a fool to think this would last forever...
