throat the phone by Johnny CrimsonWARM GLUE WRAPPED THE TONGUE
AS SHE PRACTICED HER L's
THE MUTED SOUND OF BLOWN GLASS
IN A TOWEL
SHATTERING FROM THE FORCE OF A TAN
COMBAT BOOT
THE QUEENS MAIDS
ALL WENT OUT SHOPPING
TO PREPARE FOR HER MAJESTY'S
ROYAL BEHEADING
I MAKE HER EAT QUARTERS AND SHE GIVES BIRTH
TO ALARM CLOCKS IN THE MORNING
carrying one around each day TILL THE BASTARD
THING GOES OFF
THEN I KNOW I CAN SAFELY RETURN TO MY
HOUSEHOLD
WITHOUT SEEING THE OTHER MAN IN THIS TRIANGLE
I LOOK UP WHEN I WRITE
AND SEE MYSELF ON THE CEILING
I SMILE AND HE SMIRKS BUT I THINK HE'S BEEN DECAYING
WONDERING WHY MY REFLECTION
HANG CRUCIFIED ABOVE ME
THE DROPS START FALLING AGAIN
SO WHEN THE WORDS ARE MIXED up
and the THOUGHTS INCOMPLETE
I'M JUST WRITING SCRIBBLE
TO MOVE THE BLOOD AROUND ON THE PAGE
BEFORE THE CANDLES DIE OUT
AND I'M LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT THE REALITY OF US
US BEING MYSELF AND MY GHOST
WHO WILL NEVER QUIT STARING
AND MY QUEEN LAY ASLEEP BESIDE ME
BETWEEN HER BREATH AND HIS EYES
I COULD SCREAM FROM THE FEAR
BUT I'LL WRITE
THESE ARE MY TWO
MY ONLY
MY ONE
06/06/2008 Posted on 06/07/2008 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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