Wednesday, March 18, 2009

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

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