a work of art
purely

the way you float behind
the counter
and you ask me
if I'm "okay"

Sure

but if I were to answer
honestly

no
far from it

I am sickened by
your beauty

you
being

out of reach

how you talk to
everyone else
out of profession
out of priority

but it's okay

I have little money
that I'm usually smart with

but I will
spend
every
bit

If it keeps you coming back

every cent
everything I own

for you
to make me

"okay"

There are better ways
to wake a man up you know,
Green Eyes,
why shake the bed?

Use your head, baby
use your head

But I'm up, I'm up
definitely so

I made it through
another night;
these nights
go so slow

I find my window for escaping,
I'm out now, my heart is racing

I left her at home
conniving alone
but there is no safe
place to roam

before I know it,
she'll be at my side
Stress, your green eyes
I can't deny

I try and I try but
I'm helpless to resist her

I try to overcome,
I try to dismiss her

But I know
once again we'll go
arm and arm to
your room

reaching for the ceiling,
touching and feeling
heavy breathing soon leading
to my pending doom

And despite what I've said,
I'm soon on the bed
and she plunges down to
my center instead

Her green eyes are burning
holes in my forehead
Humbly a man &
soon I'll be dead

although it is my vice, at
least she took my advice:

that's using your head

Trumpets are blowing
and angels are soaring
on the other side dear
yes--it's true
they gather in numberless numbers for you

some trinkets to leave with and shells for your hair
they throw money at your feet
as  they gaze
and stare

but there will be no forgetting
as the long sought blood-letting
soon takes grip upon the night

the angels and demons
the pure and the heathens
eagerly await final flight

you have your trinkets to leave with,
the shells in your hair
& soon now you'll be buried in
the depths of despair