if I’m sick & seeking shelter will you bathe me in your voice?
clean with words to yell her pretty name into the noise
if there ever was a choice then why would I fail you?
fuck the hungry boys who always said that they would tell you
cause nobody knew but the birds & all the branches
& a couple lonely pillheads who were tripping over trances
treating all their tables just like beds unto themselves
nailing through the walls and pulling down all of their shelves

when they slowly attracted you I could not believe
what happened to the faithfulness? Furious friends will need
someone they can scream at to vent all their frustrations
& I will be here waiting for them guarding the station
locking all the doors & throwing away the keys
but only throwing far enough so that I can still reach
because no one likes to lose what they only still keep
& then 20 years later hold it close to them & weep

& after the first hits the ground
there will be two more coming down

why are you waiting for the man who will bring down his heel
on your shaking, sorry hand while he’s watching you still?
as you reach up for the shutters to let in some fresh blue air
while your lungs collapse & sputter like you’re swallowing your hair
& you may as well be with your lips always so loosened
I thought that I was thinking over mysteries disproven
they turned out to be some lies just everything else
& the truth is still a whisper through your whistles & your bells

your pleas for my attention oh my God, you’re so pathetic
I’m throwing up just thinking of your face for one slow second
but you always steal my feelings even though I don’t know how
you’re just sleeping on my bed & you won’t let me kick you out
beause you know I’ll lie down with you right underneath this mattress
I don’t care if it’s illegal I’ll count out the fifty lashes
& smile with every one softly squeezing on your fingers
the pain will slowly leave us but the scars will always linger

what I see when the sun hits the sheets
will be what I remember when the dirt buries me

curious on Maple Street, her ghost will sit & tend
to the memories that I conceived still sad enough to send
pushing out the fragments & filling in the holes
outwards making patterns that all decorate her soul
the rings around her eyes are growing darker by the day
unfolding, making lines that stand to try & spell her name
while the bells outside keep ringing & the telephone bites down
I will be hanging from the ceiling when your birthday comes around

in the moment when you think you’re spitting fire
my lips will melt away trying to call you a liar

& shattered glass won’t make a sound
‘till I lie down on the floor and start rolling around