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:]