So much is different
but nothing seems to change.
Desire is just a flame
that burns brighter
and higher than any forest fire.

Life isn't a white trash
trailer wife that won't hit back
when you beat her.
It isn't meeker
than the soft poetry speaker.

It is a strange picture
that I am trying to save,
the one you keep trying to take
and put it in its proper place.
Instead, I put it in a heart shaped
piece of jewelry you misplaced,

but now I want to
shove that lost locket
in your empty eye socket,
then light a rocket
right up your keister.