| you tell me: there�s a conspiracy in the mechanics gelatin hands forget that they know they all want to laugh along�laugh along i don�t understand when you speak in forensics shush now, don�t worry about it, kiss me quick and we�ll walk the strip we�ll say hello to idle rifles in virgin wool, we�ll play inside their broken coffins. (he giggles at my awkward nose. he waves away our bloody parts. he loves my charcoaled olive pit.) but when my mother stood on steps and i called hello to no avail, my heart welled up and started to shake. you sighed and rolled your eyes at me you slapped her catatonic ass and said see? this way is a lot more fun. i couldn�t take much more than that, desert drifting and dehydration, it was only a matter of time i wandered off when you dared to sleep. pigeon benches and she turns to me; they�re all doing it, you know, me, too i know, i know, me too, don�t worry. gas and go and gas and go and gas and go and gas and go but he�s there this time. he has no words as i drift on by, pretending he could be anything, anyone. he tries despite and touches my arm i shoo away a fly. i take it now and wrap it tight, hiding behind a philistine smile. walking away, standing still, there�ll always be the question, tight little circles and round we go, me too, me too, don�t worry anymore� |
| juliette and her cold feet |