i met a martyr once who told me
that gingers aren't born
they're spawned from something unholy
*oh but of course
so when these hands collapse your throat
i will sleep with no remorse

she woke up way too early
the whole world still is sleeping
deep in the whirlwind
a boy and a girl win
a chance at inevitable weeping

she played the piano
and he smoked a cigarette
it burned at the tip
he yearned for her lips
he's never been a man of regret

he always did what he wanted
she always did what she's told
they met in a daydream
they bet on the home team
like a tornado their story unfolds

he said,"where are you from?"
she said,"the same place as you."
they laugh and they play fight
'til "sleep tight", said this May night
she hadn't the slightest clue

alcohol is quite an aphrodisiac
she fell in love with all that she heard
now cold and despondent
this morning the calmest
and last night was nothing but words

i'd rather have one friend who's
entertained
than a hundred friends who are
snoring
ten times out of ten
i'll pick weird over boring

if she believe'd that she even cared
herself
i would lie to myself

grasp a balloon by its pendulous string
ride it to the moon, O glorious thing
marooned across that giant rock
draw your own map so you don't get
lost
take a nap
take a coat
it gets cold
when it turns its back on us

there's certain stars
never seen from this angle
who have never seen such an angel
and when your host turns a crescent
cast a line back down
i'll take the bait
so i too can drown

on some sunny summer day
when the wind slips sleepily on my synapse
the dark grey engravings
of everything you have ever meant to me
warm against the winter memories
of everything else