i'll take it with trouble.

Mar 03, 2008 - 08:32 AM PST

when i screamed for them, they never came
bloody ears filled with water
and when i ran for them, they ran away
on legs like bullets, crashing under

with her orders scribbled in clouds, i shot for the moon
to find the words to make the cold hearted swoon
written in blood on the maps of back streets
and shorter shortcuts home

she leaves her hand on whiter ribs, ive been starving
his lingering eyes made notes to cut, the cord we're hiding
and the other kept his mouth shut, pride of former lovers
some sick repeat from a past defeat that left a sopping wound

she danced through night without him at her side
albeit invitation sent, opened and mailed back
and the smiles went around the room, falling on the corner
where boney shoulders left indents like head slams

and his birthday was a bash

four miles was too far to cut the rope and press a smile
into burning hands, feverish eyes mixed sweat and lust
he falls onto the floor a mess, memories capsized
appologies with no lines attached, an empty casing
straw stuffed in the cracks of a ripcage nest
i'm just not worth the risk, her foolish lips said
and in a bubbling last smirk, his foolish head slipped

it wasnt a party it was a chance, to slide agony through
muddied hands