I built a home for you, out of me,
when the bricks break
it is because I have been raided. The blue sky's
not even immune to cloudbursts
the humid air lifts
to resemble some form of heartbreak.
Call it
a mushroom cloud, I go off almost nuclear.
The truth loves me enough to reveal itself
the truth loves me
even when you do not.
I've decorated the staircase with it
and discovered rope-burn,
calluses like children wanting you to just watch
what they can do
watch a ceremony. What fathers create.
I've padded its feet
with snow, the whole summer leaks with December
and my kneecaps are rotting wood.
Creaking
using garland as a noose
you know when I walk and when I sit, the truth
cannot stand for not knowing.
I've not let it lay down either,
this ****** affair. My
walls stay white and unheard of, untouched
yours are only
the cream of glue, I should have kept the doorway
shut and tied to you with a string.
Not even the truth can dissolve over a lie
(but I can, I can, I).
But
when God smells fear, he makes it happen
and God can be
a man, a woman, a lover.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
I built a home for you, out of me,
when the bricks break
it is because I have been raided. The blue sky's
not even immune to cloudbursts
the humid air lifts
to resemble some form of heartbreak.
Call it
a mushroom cloud, I go off almost nuclear.
The truth loves me enough to reveal itself
the truth loves me
even when you do not.
I've decorated the staircase with it
and discovered rope-burn,
calluses like children wanting you to just watch
what they can do
watch a ceremony. What fathers create.
I've padded its feet
with snow, the whole summer leaks with December
and my kneecaps are rotting wood.
Creaking
using garland as a noose
you know when I walk and when I sit, the truth
cannot stand for not knowing.
I've not let it lay down either,
this ****** affair. My
walls stay white and unheard of, untouched
yours are only
the cream of glue, I should have kept the doorway
shut and tied to you with a string.
Not even the truth can dissolve over a lie
(but I can, I can, I).
But
when God smells fear, he makes it happen
and God can be
a man, a woman, a lover.
I watched 'Sylvia' today, and as inspired by my own troubles and Gwyneth Paltrow's performance, came this.
