Eat your crumpled sweater
Drink sweat from in my mind
Close up all those new ideas
And still feel empty inside
Do not sit beside me
Do not claim my time
I've never had your gifts or treasures
But I'd give them up for empty rhymes
Open up my final will
And read between the lines
Or cross crooked through the origin of bellyaches and sighs
Heal my laughter
Ringing chimes
A thousand equals zero
And nothing that is mine
Who would know what started in sadness would finish like a bee in a bottle of wine?
Trying to tempt our ticking time
Gold and silver rusting

Today I crawled through a broken fantasy
And looked for light on every side
Do not say you'll try to love me;
we both believe you when you lie

A personable person propogated passion
Beneath my heavy heart
Alas, cried the caterpillar
You are not dead!
Though I have spent hours molesting your windowsill
Rapeseed!
Huckleberry!
Gingerbread Pie!
All these things and more have I maliciously misunderstood
But the lies of the soothsayer are frequently true
They are passionate pomegranates from me to you
The obelisks of oppression overpower your heartstrings
And there's nothing you can do

My villain!
My thief!
The princess of my misery!
The fiery orb and the blasphemous pirates!
Staring at your shoulders I see only my reflection
Turning on your heel my eyelids sparkle and linger at your doorstep

It's Goliath's head
Salmon and bread
Those deathly ideas which you purposely said
Tic tac guru
Just what is he to you?
And which of my words have you read?

Gilded grapefruit and yellow tea fall softly from my lips
But when I'm alone with electric boredom 
Reading trains and zits
Its and bits
Flowers for her hips
They never seem to get to her
And suddenly it ends

When saliva is saturated we all need a wakeup call
No matter how foreign we feel
But at daybreak your love is like a milkshake
It claws out my eyes and reluctantly takes Eleanor home for dinner
She sits there
She snorts
She smiles
She tore my heart into so many pieces that I'm still looking for the ones that rolled under the refrigerator

Bingo and broadsides do little for my brain
Ages of nothingness and drifting decades starve me
Lies and mistakes and dreams refuse to move on
They bounce off of Rosie's chin, mangle with age, and bitterly salute us as they die

No one else and no one else's
Only the cylindrical sapphire and the girl who carries it
Alone
In pastures of barley and mint leaves
To moan and mourn
To lose and to lust for the forgotten treasures of tomorrow
But that's where I found her
Though she cried for a thousand years I could never see her tears through the damp curtain of my own
Alone
We slept in sin
Separated through passing time by rotting skin and bone
And still we wait and wonder at our muddied misfortune
Together
Until these clouded thoughts blow past