squash this the madness
she pales in comparison to
anything

i spoke to God because he loves
to hear me talk

your heart is made of dynamite, your
soul, of something else entirely
& no,

i don't think she's pretty

stumbling. pause. the reflection
in the mirror isn't yours as hands
reach out to hold you

sir, this rounds on me.

it's dangerous at night, and
contagious. i worry about the
falling temperatures, the way
she dances, carelessly.

but your smile is the best thing
i have ever seen.

time to tell the difference, do you
think they'd notice if i just walked
away. he's a shifty one, isn't he

but i like the color of his skin &
i wonder where he's going, do you
think he'd take me with him if i
promised to laugh at all of his jokes,

give him random blowjobs.

does this make me more human, or less,
this willingness to bleed, because sir, i
must confess, i don't believe in guarantees.

& do you want to touch me now.

this isn't my natural hair color and my eyes
are filled with lies, most of them are built
for you & i'll laugh on cue, applaud
if you want me to

do you want to curl up inside of me now
is this strange enough

or is it just getting good

he's moving his leg. she's blonde and broken,
a tramp hellbent on taking what isn't hers to
own. & she's ugly.

maybe it's just the lighting but
i can't find anything about her worth saving

& i'm tired but still worth a second glance.
if i promise to sit real still
will you not leave me here

i never wanted to disappear
i just need some one warm to hold me &
i guess you'll have to do

sir, the lights are brighter now and someone
said last call, but noone really knows just how
late it is at all and if i promise not to talk too
much will you show me who i am

you, my redemption my king my saviour,
and i, your lost & lonely lamb.

09/26/2008

Posted on 09/26/2008
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