January 10, 2011

my mother was a carpenter
my father was a saint
I give you everything you want
but still you feel the same
my cousin was a big bad wolf
my baby sister
a red balloon.
who would know
what I think
cuz I'm just as confused as you.
I love the way you look at me
with those blue canary eyes
I love the way you talk to me
in your clarinet romantic voice
clearly I'm out of my mind
my green and pink and black-and-blue
mind...
red and black
and purple
and blue
and black blood
running
running
spilling over
over the edge...
clearly I'm a little off
a little out of touch
but without you you know that I wouldn't even
be that much.
out of touch
out of my mind
out of my head,
my wounds scream with joy
my hatred with a smile
a greedy grin and
a smirk
my hands lead me on
but my eyes are blind to the things that I've done- the places I've been- the people I've seen.
yes. seen. I have seen through her invisible tainted red lipsticked smile.
a greed grin and
a smirk...