The imperfection of rising
and falling from a
place above leads to riding on the wings
a dove down in darkness. He cries over
silent words of indifference. She'll
his money, nevertheless. He is overcome by
With hatred, he sighs. If he could cry,
He thinks, "If I could escape, I'd get out." He
He's in his own prison.
The amount of space
between the sheets
and his emotion appear in the cloudy
of sky above. His family connections
A knife pointed to his side, he
a rose to a thorn. In a ritual of words
rings and certificate, he curses his deathbed
resounds in pleasure over his bride.
crush his connection. Every sigh he's
resulted in anger. She is not over her
lover. He asks her, "What is on your mind?"
running to the crash site.
Distance has allowed him
of dream landscapes he once knew.
wounds his open flesh
as the needle digs in deeper.
swells his nodes as he pulls himself
Colored her eyes dark against
lips and the bending, curved hips
for her act in vain
A little blue alleviates the
She was sitting around in the circle
black magic, her tragic lips
before cut-glass cheekbones as
she lit up
an escape plan with fire.
She lives out for
the one desire
of the full noon before night,
flight to Tokyo, another
episode before the
signing, she couldn't go.
She refused the
appointments so she
sat around the restaurant all
making threats while wearing a frown.
She walked in
her circles with careful choices
of words above the
soothing soul and white noises
of the radiator. She
was a gladiator of filth.
She'd stick any substance up or
down there for
his chance at being her third boyfriend or
He had another two on the go.
sacrifice to the pretense of
staying sweet and
Problems? She could walk away if she
have glue and chemicals on the brain.
get her tips together
and swear off doing this
as she leaves the scent of jasmine and
stir fries behind and she pays no mind
to the sad followers
as she goes, thinking
she's got something on the go,
Tokyo. One night her oyster, if she
up the liquor and smiles silently, maybe.
to attend her circle.
he hasn't handled a natural breast
since the nights of
she has to get something off her chest
it's more than silicone
chatting all night on the
about the failure of romance
while she wiggles her
thick heels waiting for the next dance
asked a natural girl out
she told him with a natural
that hers were really nice
but he'd never get to
so he could get away from
who hopes that life turns out this way
the crooked track while headed
down-and-out in donut shop
working for a high-school
arrested for theft and fraud
and hauled up in
with hookers and a heroin