You've overslept/stepped your slut stay
and the oogling man in the bushes
fucks your picture to death each night.

I sat still in the basement
and watched you set down that box
as "the moment" just passed on without any regard for my 13yr obsession.

I'd bring Rome back for you,
I'd slice my gums and suck on a salt block for one crack at your hull.


Even Jesus grabs himself when you walk away,
but it's something in your eyes that really fuckin gets me.

A time machine
with demon parts
a spindle spins
the journey starts.

The phantom girl
stares at the sea,
the package deal
sign here you see.

She's boxed and labeled
a full inventory
a ribbon bow dream
just not for me.

05/24/2011