You took me in like a matriarch
takes in a poor orphan
***** and hungry off the boulevard.
Well just know baby girl, every night
I pray for the crops to fail and your
stomach to swell.

You took me in like a mother
takes in a curious toddler
sticky and fragile strapped in the car
seat. Well just know baby girl, every night
I pray for your breaks to go out and your
seat belt to break.

I've got a face for black eyes,
and I'm sick and tired of your *******
lies.
Sweetly slipping off the forked tongue
you hide so elegantly behind your
pearly
white
smile

Cracked walkways like smiles
cracked in a hallway
at the side of the house
lead the way to my crooked little
house. Where the lies
are dim and the air is cold.
We have special things to do
in my house
where the air is thick
and lies are old.
Snakes cling to the walls like
wet shirts in my house
where the foundation is sick
and the cries are mold.
Special things to do, I say
Special things, indeed.
Everything is special in my house
where the smiles are slick
and the eyes are cold.
There is a special hole
in the basement of my house.
Where the lights are shaded
and the nights long.

And the hole grows.

Yeah, I'm fixed like a
pair of glasses haphazardly
stitched together with Scotch tape.

Fixed like a pothole
with a traffic cone placed
over-top, consistently treating the
symptoms and never treating
the cause.

And fixed like a hole
in the drywall
with a poster thumtacked
crookedly in place.

Fixed like your face
in front of a camera
and fixed like your face in
front of
me.

Tattered at the edges like
a library book
or a garage sale jigsaw puzzle.
Jagged and frayed, yellowed at the
edges.

With a hidden elegance,
like piles of ***** laundry,
or a composition book
with doodles and lyrics
scrawled in the margins like
so many hopes and
dreams.

And a soft anguish
like dusty guitar strings
or a coffee table
with scratches and stains
etched in the legs like
so many hopes and
dreams.

We're like burning bridges, baby.
Fast and for real.
Feeling a fire that is fueled by
arguments and reconciliations.

We're like the fall of an empire,
so subtle and so pure.
Collapsing into each others arms
like the Walls of Troy.

We're like Bonnie and Clyde,
rampaging through life without
a care for anyone or anything
but us.

Needing only us, to set us free.
Whispering words beneath the
shade of trees, hearing you ask me
if I shall love you always.
And I always answer, 'til the end
of the world, angel.

Needing only us, to set us free.

Lightning strikes and we're at it again.
fingers tracing faces like fire.
Breath short and sweet like so many
whispered words and unwatched movies.

Finger in the socket and we keep
laughing those laughs that only
we can remember.
Smiling those smiles that we hide
now from everyone and each other.

Toaster in the bathtub and we're lost.
Separated by a sea of improbability
and spine
less
ness.