There are rings of smoke
and rings of gold
but none of these
my fingers hold
wire frames
and gilt frames,
and frames of lace
enclose my pale and sunken face
I’m reaching past the bone
I bet it all on the hook
no one comes
and no one stays
I crushed my skull into the clay
I give myself a dangerous name
gun’s so close no need to aim
the bullets that fly turn to angels of light
that pass right through my brain
Ch
Just look away x2, just look away from me
I’ll be torn from the pages of every book
I’ll hang every heart on every hook
all the pages are burned
so there’s nothing to see
and I’ve drowned every word
so there’s nothing to read
just look away, just look away from me
V
I crash my boots on the floor
and stick my hands in the slip
this life is a poison
that I must sip
I will trade my eyes for orchids
and the orchids for fire
my words tell the truth
but my mouth is a liar
My sockets breath flames
that burn all my frames
my sockets breath flames
that illuminate all my names:
Bone Hinge, Stone Tooth,
Broken Jaw, Aching Truth,
Golden Blood, Bone Tangle,
Rusted Fist and Awful Angle
Ch
just look away x2, just look away from me
I’ll be torn from the pages of every book
I’ll hang every heart on every hook
all the pages are burned
so there’s nothing to see
and I’ve drowned every word
so there’s nothing to read
just look away, just look away from me
OUT
We held up our cups
when the moon’s throat was cut
what we caught was thick and menstrual
and we saw her buried out in the sea
and the tide died
and the pulling died
an ineffable quality was stripped from the air
what we drank from our cups was noble despair
.
just look away x2, just look away from her
from where she has gone she will never stir
just look away x2, just look away from her
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