Help me to unwind
the Christmas light strand in my mind,
bound and blinking out of time.
Merry rainbow pustule pile.

Spare me the pain you felt so high.
Save it for the dog you tied to a fucking pike.
Spare me your names and your appetites.
Save it for the rapture of your suppering acolytes.

Houndstooth, black and white.
Mangled, cut, and dry.
Help me help my-my-my-my
self answer one why.

Spare me the prayers and the silent nights.
Save it for the subtle score of the suffering child.
Spare me the Krishnas and Jesus Christs.
I'll trade them for another look in my mother's eyes.

05/15/2011

Author's Note: Fresh lyrics to a new song in the works.

Posted on 05/16/2011
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