love is dead
March 08, 2005, 15:16

{dawn}
There’s a drone in the distance
blue details on the breeze
but we’re watching the vultures in the sky.
the saint was on business, there's rust on every witness
and tears from here to eternity.
crystal ball; I see the alarms scalding in the distance

so take this frigid wind from these bay shores
and to a prophecy forever more
our future’s on our hands and heart;
but beauty marks the chance you took
it’s treason when you look back too soon.
street lights tucked under silhouette
she taught to love and sought forget-
-forgive is a candle often lit 
and its smoke recalls of Margaret

skin me like I’ve been your brother for all time
for every string is bound to knot 
and in the distance, decipher and subdue the mercy to our virtue
hail your vengeance within the nine greedy sisters.
thanks be to vicious, thanks be to black music for bear traps
the light lick their fingers, it’s prison polite
commissar, looking for a queen of hearts
spray on nails in the saltine dream
volley, volley
lady lynx in the guise to divide and synchronize
the tribulations catch, despite beliefs
“when you won’t advertise is when you die”
lick out your silver eyes
so the coppers can rest
‘but there’s work to be done’
says the heiress to her eight virgin sisters.
he who leads the pack through the rubble,
stains the tuft with the blood of sport
and strum the harp with the love is dead.
It’s good to see something around these days
Aeries or a twin of tapeworm
Spoken watch, chop up the lead
Some rings are cheap and two faces swell
Reach, so here’s the leech… 

{midday}
all unrequited love is found in the garden of earthly delights
the scarlet divide under the chill of halogen bulbs
forgive me, locked door, for I have spit
in the credible ties for the Tuscan lung.

When ninety nine told shilling J
I stand firm for all, city boy
The sun is up, machine tucks forth
And the laughs are all but stunned chokes;
If the duke was here he’d heed my warning:
All is fair in love and war.
Do not pull that bone out of your nose
Or the seeds of adam eve
I reached a cat’s grin thinning,
Her chest of Victorian bricks,
And the terracotta soldier’s upstairs made the visually impared. 
She chain mailed me to the greenhouse
I provided the pathogens of Norma Jean
But it read as Spanish flame of the green gage.
She throbbed the masses in the callous gaze of 23
I spotted her mast on the motionless tide
Tomorrow will be oxygen depravity, zodiac paradise
I surrender guilty, I remain a martyr
I choke up the words of a savior
must swallow the lust of thy neighbor 
Simple stride, side by side
Porous with each one a winner. 

I could grace vanilla tea with one arm tied behind my back
Carry a whip through the streets of Montmartre 
Skin of hyena eats the babies few clothes.
Still crying for how things work in your home. 

{sundown}
the news came so sudden, wished well but slaughtered so fast,
the two poured all over the megaphone, but I was too deaf to hear it yet.
I’m limping in astonishment, my feet dripped out on paper pad
Keep it in your diary, thanks for doing him that favor.
Or was this just another mask?
Cast incognito until excuses line the shore
I take a glance back to remember how you looked on mollusk island
With a silent tossing in your hair.
We bore seasons with our eyes shut,
Except while I was blushing 
you were licking the wounds of another.
All signs point the long way out
Life’s too good, so pure and simple
She likes her lips on trash, for good.
So Salvation Sermon, may I have a witness
The king of hearts rolled the same dice once
We think you’d have leaned on your beliefs
But you’re so often opaque.
Now we’re in the dark.

{dusk}
It was a ball in this surrender
We had it all, like we thought we should
But now that love is dead, Discard the pieces
Your vocal chords hung by the door.
It’s now a badge to be so foolish
To kiss a saint with your eyes sown shut,
since that’s the only thing she got to;
stopped satin watches while she touched.
it’s only so trusting
to watch that halo rusting
to hear that violent lusting
coming out of your mouth for once.
So break my heart for the sport of it,
And I’ll draw you another bath 
Recite your flaws and imperfections that you love to loathe so much.
Don’t tell the tramp, the one you can never say no to
Although they’ll all learn to abuse you, 
you were once so pure to me.
Oh that skin I adored, those blue eyes of yours
Now I’m nothing of your sort
You’re oh so easy to please.
A good man is hard to find
At least that’s what some people say
You’re looking in all the right places
Lying to all the right faces
But one day you’ll see that you’ve become 
All the things you’ve always hated.

These morning cold shakes
That’s all I’ve got for company
How’s your monogamy?
I suppose you never knew what it tastes like.
You’re vicious with those daft dimpled smiles
Diseased when your curses shoot out
Maybe your boys won’t agree
But when you swallow, think of me.
When you’re solemn in their sheets
Tell me, was it worth it?
When Friday fornication rolls and twists on your back, 
the mattress, a blank canvas
Tell me, do you miss us?
You’re as soiled as a dove,
All it took was a simple no to that sneaking premonition
And now this, your crooked way, would be spade.
Margaret, in your grace,
I wish you better days
Than the ones you’ve plagued unto me
Because yours is a curse
Which I will never be rid of.

{twilight}
Everything echoes of you
It's a web you’ve woven
You have had your two timing touches,
behind an icy smile; you’re a widowmaker
A jury of false hearted silhouettes I saw
And the tears, and the taste
And the reflection by moonlight
Recalls of Margaret

I’ll be deciphering your name
while you’ll forever search for me
Somewhere on the splintered summer docks,
There will always be the songs I’ll remember you by.
You wore the days with such charm,
Threw the corsage into the tide
But now the smoke is a veil of the times;
And the raindrops sound so hollow
and these days fit just like a coffin.
now every time one speaks my name 
I’ll think back on those better days,
and every guilty drop of rain
Recalls of Margaret.

Oh my very young dear,
You’re in my passenger seat asleep
And if I turn the hands back on the clock
your lips will always taste as sweet.
Draw a bath for a year and a half and laugh all the minor chords
Those days, my dear, were numbered
I always believed you, anyway.

I've been crucified and will rest deflowered
I wish someone would have told me when you lost your spine
I'd pave every step to keep you from ruin
And tell everyone I knew you once upon a time.
I was with you out in swallow water
hearing the memoirs about your life 
looking like a siren here to save me 
when I was woken, you had such familiar eyes
I was thinking about your father
I was thinking about your lies
you’ve been living your life by a horoscope
while I’ve been reading between the lines.
Who could walk through all her halls of mirrors? 
Her two faces hiding from me now
this, her voice and pretension, it sounded so convincing 
And if I wasn't such a coward I’d have known.

And so a poison kiss, her soft deceptive lips
I always knew it would end 
But never this way... 

I know that every bouquette
Must someday join the scales of grey
When I’ll be just a memory
I hope that she will find me there-
on the June fourth balcony.

Every movement, every face
Every moment in the key of fate
I know she will find her place
Because every direction, every way
Recalls of Margaret... 

[END VIENNAGRAM:]