I wish I could participate.
Some people see the stars
Like strings on a guitar
Or rungs
On a ladder
But right now I see them
Like steps you've taken away from me
Or steps I took from you
Documented their histories and positions
And gave them all names.
Each one
With a reason~
and He Acts Like He Can't Help It
and Irrationality Won
So done surprising you with love music,
Now I'm a talking doorknob
Who will arbitrate entry, aloof and outlandish
When the night sky is my glistening disembowelment
It's dizzying to look at
I hardly feel like plucking a heart string
Or strumming an intestinal coil
To serenade my sweetheart
I just feel like crying a river to carry us through that stupid fucking door