A shy smile wrestles on your face

I can’t replace

I can’t replace 

A bright star glimmers in your eyes

You are my life

You are my life

Defend 

Your Angels

Mend

Your Angels

Bones

Send

Your Angels 

Home

A dark star shimmers in your eyes

I don’t know why

I don’t know why

A strange smile comes across your face

I can’t erase

I can’t erase

I heard Heaven call your name

I can’t explain

I can’t explain

Defend 

Your Angels

Mend

Your Angels

Bones

Send

Your Angels 

Home

I heard you laugh

And I

Was never that same guy

Hold on, I think I’ll try

To let love in this time

Didn’t you draw me near?

Or was that just a thought I feared?

Cause I heard the planets sigh

Saw babies born in your eyes

Were you lonely?

Defeated?

Out of breath?

Bleeding?

Did your cuts get deeper?

Your satellites weaker?

If you’re lonely

Touch me now

I hear you laugh

And I

Am never the same twice

Hold on, I think I might

Give you the rest of my life

If you’re lonely

Defeated

Out of breath

Bleeding

If your cuts get deeper

You’re satellites weaker

If you’re lonely

Touch me now

If you’re lonely

Touch me now

Do you ever regret

Being the teacher’s pet?

And did you ever remake

That promise that you faked?

Lift up your skirt

And show me how things work

I’m just a lonely letch

With a home to wreck

The Stars might like to wish on you

And Heaven needs a laugh or two

Forget me all night

Spellbound

Who’s holding you?

What’s holding you down?

Will I get whole in time?

Unwound

When morning comes

Will the truth make a sound?

I’ll take your picture down

I’ll plant it in the ground

And when it blooms again

I’ll know we’ve reached the end

Revolutions raise their hands

And give themselves 

To your demands

I won’t put up a fight

Southbound

The sun won’t set

Any more in this town

You’ve given the end

To him

And taken from us

What we shouldn’t begin

She is a withered exoskeleton, 

beautiful and wanting- eyed. 

And I, muscle-bound to her deficit,

watch spices riot on a rack

in the galling periphery.

Dinner comes and goes. 

A desert of words.

The cleaning is the fun part, 

a game of tag with heat.

A connection.

I sand compassion from my knuckles,

and take crime scene photos

with my eyelids. 

There are slaves laughing on every channel.

I control their smiles and dream of killing them.

Kissing them. A pyrrhic victory 

for the armies of vanity. 

I am sated. Steady. A metronome.

She injects silence 

and snores like her father.

A metronome. Already dreaming 

of tomorrow’s meal. 

And a rich man to feed it to.

Will she be too tired to cook?

If she is too tired, what will I clean,

and feel better for cleaning? 

Who will I miss?

Be careful how real you get.

Will you pluck lint from my guts,

then pluck again?

Count the pennies in my sock drawer? 

Will you take my peasant name? 

We could share something lonely

from the taco truck.