reconcile the taste of rain with the pain in her smile
the hunger in her eyes led to a deeper sorry state of sorrow
I was not careful nor did I care enough in accounts for bad weather
amidst this storm we feed the worms festering the ground
the very snakeskin we abandon becomes the memorabilia that electrifies the collection
a random prize, a fruitful bounty for the bareback bones of old
a hunters trophy we couldn't wait to return, looking over the shoulder
in a lovers wounded pride we bite down harder
ain't that a pretty fucking miracle?
it raises the hairs as I stroke my neck covered in sweat
stay your hand and observe the candle burn at both ends
they say we dug our own luck from pennies and fool's gold
they say the divine touch is a mistery, the devil bleeds drama
understanding what confort can attribute meaning to scars
with reckeless throwaway chatter we engage a revolving door
that does not placate the bleeding, this running well oh let the river flow freely
blank stares in raw disbelief interlocks eyes
occupies space we consider whole, where's the getaway car?
these are the games we lose at
rituals enchanting, unrelenting
sever bone, devour flesh, take apart the sheep
daughters no longer caged, fishes leashed by contempt
captured and trapped in the bottom of a barrel
if we don't get over the fact we are different understand we drown young siren
betrayed by expectation, exposed to the wolfes
a sand clock shatters pouring, flushing out at an angle
that was deemed necessary, a voluntary proposition to hell
take confort in the scratch, the tear, the sharp ting as the teeth sink in
there is a trade-off in action
boredom negotiates with the fervour
there are trapped keywords seeking to escape
these prisioners on deathrow
destined for a wall stare down,
matching the gaze of a rusty rifle waiting to go off
wanting, lusting, desperate and its will is not even
will the hunger take us first?
another year another tick pays installments
living rent free in my shallow mind
a vibration that dangles my neck
the headbang, the dizzy spell oscillated
perhaps my protectors have lost all hope
the negotiations were dropped and condeemed
hollow, shallow and impertinent needs
tattooed across the insides of my throat
underneath my upper stiff lip
across the wrist.
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