Less yesterday and more today. I gotta get my head on straight. The tree trunks rot and people get caught. Buying bullshit we don't need or want. . Well full forests turn to desert's hot dried dirt.
This is the window where. I watched the future start. My pupils dilated. The shock sped up my arms. I shut my ambushed eyes. And turned my face towards the heat.
I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day. A bone in her bowl, a watery grave. . See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great. I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves.
Forty million refugees with no place on this earth to call there home. One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans. And those of us who make our mark use someone else's blood.
You drag your tiger's paw across. Your chapped and cracking lips. And open up a crimson slur. You spread each time you kiss. . The broken boy you bargain with.
One, two, three, four, one. . I could be with anyone. Just while the honeymoon burns bright. No electricity that keeps things light. I'm not saying that it's right.
You wrestle yourself to the ground. You springboard and kick yourself in the mouth. 'Cause all of that drama, that embarrassed charade. Couldn't stop you or settle you down.
I saw your freckles on the shoulders. Of a stranger today. And my heart leapt, my heart leapt. I saw the sickle of your dimple. Slice the side of her face.
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves. It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu. It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles.
My brother's blood boils in my arms. It balls my fingers into fists. It bubbles blisters burns my palms. It floods with fury, fights, and fits. It's got the good guy in me hiding.
You're hot fog. I can feel you and you're not far off. I can taste you and you're what I want. But I can't know you even when you're in my arms. . You're burnt sky.
Trouble tracks me down. It's been dragging me around. Since my feet first touched the ground. And I'm kicking like a kid. 'Cause I can't get rid of it.
Tonight I'm posed and popping like a peacock. I'm pressing flesh, I'm smiling big, my spinning head sings "Stop, just stop". Cause what used to calm me down.
The sputtering blink of the street lamp. Makes you taller, then shrinks you, then splits you in half. So you're trailing yourself on your walk to the pay phone.
Your husband. He drinks like a writer. But he writes like a banker. I hope his pens all run dry. . You watch him from your cave in the corner. Full moon eyes flame and flicker.
In the hand of God there's a cattle prod. That keeps shocking us along. Until we're flung from roofs without parachutes. Filling patches on His lawn. .
Your bearings are shot. And your car don't work like she used to. Your friends don't call. And they don't even bother with offering excuses. . Your TV is on, but it's always on.
I'm running out of things to say to you. This always takes so long, is what you said. Before you said so long. This kind of wordplay gets you ostracized.
I go to the places where you are. I find you hanging out. I paste my eyes wide open. And I turn everything inside out. . And I am turning into everything I hate.
I got a wolf's mouth. And it suits me. I chew the sides out. With my sharp teeth. . I cut my tongue up. I make my gums bleed. I scare the people, ohh.