Don't look at me tonight.
My eyes are liquid.
Not inclined to focus.
Pouring onto knees that weaken
At your piercing light.
Die unto me...
No, really.
Soak me in your vicious kill
And watch the fireworks explode
At all the blood that spills.
And maybe I'm just whining.
Maybe... Maybe just a baby.
But just let me sit back
Naked onto doorsteps -
Watch the cars that pass honk pity
From their somber lanes...
Screeching tires -
On their way to greater things
While I just wait and sing
From on my porch
Those melodies that soon repeat,
Before I pass the torch
Back to myself
And scorch my tongue
'Til this saliva bubbles into blood and smoke
And vaporizes into mediocre airs
I breathe and choke...
So think about him.
Maybe he can fuck you right.
Maybe he can whisper honey-coated nothings in your ear
To warm you through the night.
Bask in all the sweet stupidity
And trick yourself into believing
All the zero weight inside his words numbers infinity
Like mine...
But...
At least I keep my thinning thoughts
Trapped on this porch.
To never stray and damage
All this world.
So when I see that little girl
Skipping along the sidewalk,
Stopped outside my gate...
I shall save some face for her
And turn away,
While she just cries
That I'm ignoring her today -
Not knowing of my painful favor.
Not knowing that it all has reason.
So she'll run on down the block
To tell her mom
About the demon
On the corner of 71st and 2nd.