you were my love, with butterfly eyes, i told you you were all
summarily clearing away all thought
my toes danced upon your grave
i sought your double to entertain you
crushed by the cruelty of your no
you will not find here my way of denying
i want you both so
and when one love became two, i understood
the happiness that comes as a brotherhood
you would relish into my destruction the length of time
as sprawled into springtime i would be
dumber by days
my stomach is full of hatred for the superfund rivers swamp stew
i walk there and dream of a higher paradise
with air more perfect by years
stockholm i hope you spit in my face
my pain knows no location
he misses me i can feel the pain that waits for him
as he returns to a good sick day
i feel his slumber and his cold sleep
you had a way with no
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