Rain on tin
the pang and elasticity of
time and the time it
takes nature to sway
from right to left
from outer to inner
to notice the girl
on the edge of the room
with a drink in her hand
and then there's that
old lightning, self-proclaiming
its importance to the
gymnasium with grumbling
thunder then we're all
tossing dice and teaching
each other dance moves,
saying the ******* the edge
needs a pair of new shoes
and someone responds:
Isn't that the woman who kills?

And I go home with her
rain on tin and a summer
wade through Cottonwood Creek
we're in a shed
and it's musty, dangerous,
and possible
a killer takes certain care
of your body with her
cautious hands.

Golden sun kissed skin
With a pair of ocean blue eyes
Plum colored lips
Perfect hourglass shape

But she hates herself
Covered in bruises
Mascara running down her face
Cracked and scared

Not just the outside
But on the inside too
The body she sees now
Was never her own

Lies hidden behind brown eyes
A boy as twisted as her
Beaten and tormented
Always living in the past

Together they're tragic
A combination for disaster
With her malevolence
And his sensitivity

But he's put a spell on her
Unable to control herself
She means no harm
But there'll be no happy ending

And he'll fall in love
With the girl who fixed him
Just to have his heart ripped out again
No longer wanting to live

And she'll go crazy
This has happened before
Life's repeating itself
When will it end

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

I wish i was a doctor
To have you surgically removed
I'd stitch it up quite nicely
I shan't be bleeding
Nor will I be bruised
If i must
I'll do it limb by limb
I don't care if you don't make it
I'll i need is you off my body
I think you're a disease
Threatening to choke
I'm dying on my knees

Your body royal,
Crowned by ancestors,
Upon this throne,
Make yourself a kingdom,
Invade my heart,
Prosper in a golden light,
Rule ever so softly,
This land of mine

I search for you in the late nights
at the bottom of the bottle.
I look for you in the embers striving to burn
at the end of a dying cigarette.
I ache for you in the arms of a stranger,
a man with different proportions,
a deeper voice, a rougher face.

I’m searching for you in all the places
you swore you’d never be
just like you swore you’d never leave.
But the pale hands caressing your satin skin,
pale hands that weren’t mine
burn in my mind and
I wonder how I’ll ever find you in the places
you swore you’d never be
just like you lost me,
when you swore you’d never leave.