each time i see a dead man's face
i think i'd maybe known him
flirted with him in a bar perhaps
beneath a blue neon moon
forgot him as easily as i lied
about the last digit
of my cell phone number
and now he's smiling at me
from the blueing screen
and i think he might have been
one of those guys
who grew into his looks
and disgust myself when i wonder
what they could have thought of me.
call me candied kitsch
syrup blooming spoonfuls
decadent for a moment
overwhelming in two
nauseating in three
at arms-length i am half
your wingspan away from you
it's always been my way to start
somewhere in the middle and
spread from there in layers
to seep and sweep and tumble and rush
to gurgle and howl and crash
towards a boy in dim lighting
who probably wanted to talk to my friend
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
each time i see a dead man's face
i think i'd maybe known him
flirted with him in a bar perhaps
beneath a blue neon moon
forgot him as easily as i lied
about the last digit
of my cell phone number
and now he's smiling at me
from the blueing screen
and i think he might have been
one of those guys
who grew into his looks
and disgust myself when i wonder
what they could have thought of me.
call me candied kitsch
syrup blooming spoonfuls
decadent for a moment
overwhelming in two
nauseating in three
at arms-length i am half
your wingspan away from you
it's always been my way to start
somewhere in the middle and
spread from there in layers
to seep and sweep and tumble and rush
to gurgle and howl and crash
towards a boy in dim lighting
who probably wanted to talk to my friend
i am aware of the word benign.
