Intending to escape the world
Like a convict from a jailhouse
Only for the penny strippers and corner tippers,
Professionals of the arousal.

How soon we are to arrive,
That we would rather leave.
Grass of multi-colored pigments
Sway cemented in my mind.

Yet, I do not disagree.
Imagination take me.
Whispering dove of pity
Flies to a land that is free.

I step outside of myself
And see the stringed bow pull back,
Watch the arrow fly through foggy air,
And land on an island
In the middle of unnamed lake.

She calls to me then, crying for
Her lover has left again.
Timing tears with labor
As he sharpens his dull saber.

He watched her as tears streamed down her face,
Wondering if any of it was even worth it anymore.
The dog barked as he drew himself a glass of water,
Looking into the water as the sun reflected in its downward motion.

Outside of myself and out of my mind.
Leaving the world to its own self behind.
A hacking wish covered in spittle and blood,
Love for some is just not enough.

And now, when he sees his reflection, he sees her.
Cracks of his face remind him of chipped high-ball glasses.
Swollen eyes reel re-runs of wine stained teeth.
His shallow cheeks of late-night love making.

There was never meant to be perfection.
Life is really just one big accident.
Or a coincidence, a mistake, or a miracle.
There was never meant to be perfection, honest.

Do you think I would lie to you?