One day, the next.
Forget me, I rest
On marble and salt
With fingers, tumult.
My amputee Alice
With rabbit fur lace.
Wrapped around hands
Holding cards with no face.
Another sweet beauty that begs a design
Molded from tears of our crocodile eyes.
To see beauty pure without ashen crow lines,
I fear I’d have no choice but to decline.
I am a tragedy,
Thick-skinned parasite.
I’m a childhood dream
Of suicide.
I secretly love
For I will never find
The coup de grace
For your water eyes.
Ne’er forget the past.
Please covet, harass
A curfew of blight
Simplistic and trite.
My dyslexic dancer
With crystal pear toes.
Ne’er question the answer
Her story gambols.
Another sweet beauty that begs a design
Molded from tears of our crocodile eyes.
To see beauty pure without ashen crow lines,
I fear I’d have no choice but to decline.
I am a tragedy,
Thick-skinned parasite.
I’m a childhood dream
Of suicide.
I secretly love
For I will never find
The coup de grace
For your water eyes.
Trade her voice for tack
To foundlings of rasp
And with ev- ry step
She’ll pray for the end.
My landlocked slave
In search of all time.
Her father is drowning
With her gone from his side.
These beautiful creatures
Dancing as if taking flight.
There is nothing beneath them
But the pain resupine.
We whittle their skin
With our dreams of leather tea.
But I will not shape you,
For your eyes behold me.