When your throat frowns

My eyes are your mouth
And they keep the same shape
Like my back stays curved down
And my teeth, in the way
But when your bones,
I can't touch them
I only keep you
With broken wire
Stay raveled to your chipped desire

Keep her fabric hair
Because it's caught, caught, caught
You're caught, caught, caught

My tongue keeps it's posture
And it lays in it's bed
My teeth are the posts
They sleep on everything I've said
But your braille,
Becomes a bible
I can't decode
Your translate speak
Watch your ghost walk out through me

Keep it's milky legs
Before they're lost, lost, lost
You're lost, lost, lost

Like Rubik cube alphabets
I color-coated the days
And wore charms around my ankles
Just to stop vowels that stray
But when clothespins,
Hold your kept face,
I'll hang you
Out to dry
Sometimes you never, get put, aside

Keep all your quarters,
When they don't give a damn, damn, damn
I'll learn to not give a damn, damn, damn

SEA SICK SEA SICK SEA SICK

I've always kept their tablets
I wrote them all down through stone
They slid slate between my spine
Heavy vocal cloud drones
Theatrical masks on stained necks
Switch with the grace of cement eyes
You always used warm words to turn you on
I wish I could douse the lights

Make a melodic song
With your knocking bones
Lift my muscles like marionette strings
Capture thick footsteps
I'll hide designer lips
Don't let me see what your river could bring.

I've always kept the crickets
That hide in the back of your head
They're silent out of moonlight
I'm silent like you said
And you conjure your thought bubbles
You splash them in my eyes
You only miss what you've taken away
It's hard to speak with teeth she's tied

Creases mesh like your druggie friends
I finally felt above wood train tracks
I would give so many things
If I could take those words right back.

Cat Lips

I've tried to wash myself away
But the bubbles turned into eyes
I chained my ankles to the chair
I felt the depth inside your eyes
And every cotton candy simile
Only feels good beside you
But I cannot, transcribe, you.

I like to float through asterisked words
You've never hurt my back
I just keep you in my head, now
While you hold the bones in my back
But it's your worn out soul
That they drink like cheap white wine
You are everything that's fine.

My joints connect like magnets
Yeah, they're quick to fall apart
And your moods, they dance like leapfrogs
Though you always return to how you are
You keep two types of silence
I always imagine the worst
Go easy, just give me the first.