Sunday, August 26, 2012

Three of Swords (Fuck you in Two)

Brandy kisses
Wine tears
Fake, flitting floozies
Cigarillo celebrations
Can't find my credit card
Leave me far, far in the bar
Let it mean the world this time.

It's on my sleeve, but you will remember only because you were drinking
They call it crush because the ice melts easily that way
And smoke has its own path
You are extravagant, but only sometimes
You and your dour brother, twin freakshow at the Republican circus
Stumbled embrace, lying liaisons
I told you what it meant
But when you love, you never listen

Same thumping here
Clouds rolled in
Afraid my face showed passion beyond my focus
One day I will lose it and fuck you in two
Divide your cells
Make new you with Me.

Dour brothers, mind to mind
Play out beauty, though life's unkind.
8/26/12

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