My head has always looked lovely
when held in a guillotine
I grew in a anomaly shell
with freckles that were never counted to be kissed
the gleam in my eyes resembles somewhat
a swollen lie
or outlaw
or raped dignity
perhaps, my haste made you agitated
or I proposed a marriage when you never saved pennies for a rock
I've grew accustomed to the farewell of good times
that faucet of my mouth will always
always leak mean
or more deliberately, try to be mean
my feelings are a cassette tape
i hope the thing in my chest
don't become the cause of my death
your saturation on me is not helping
the blackened lens I see the world through
is not moving or lessening
the poetry I've written is sick cancer
I remember my little feet planted
shivering on the pebbles
when sun was just dressing up for the day
All I remember is
cool air on my face and a truck behind me
But I know for a fact
it was the best sight for
that little girl I was back then
this verse moves through islands
west then east, south then north
you won't understand what I meant
but I really hope you come knocking
my body has been tedious of affairs
my soul been replaced for a brothel
Come home quick, my dear
I'm afraid when you finally realise
the value of a white picket fence with
a ordinary lady with ordinary disorders
I'll be strolling with my friends with rotting faces I made last summer