eye by eye
he’s watched alot
she burns blood red in the night
outside playing secret agent
put the key in the lock
then the haze swept away
like sinking ships and chocolate
the long patterns of blood rusted scars
from her lobe to her tight white drink
fakes tea while birds sing through the radio
there is no escape
what are you thinking
I think at her while she’s staring
in a rare moment when I held the camera
see-saw her standing jaw
hands outstretched behind her back to smile
hair aranges itself over one eye
then he comes in and he strangles her
cuts out her eyes for a small ebony box
she wasn’t a target anymore
standing for long seconds while the rain bulleted the glass
swimming memory sober in the fragrant rivers of grass
then talking analog in the dark
and laughing over lightning
the long patterns of blood rusted scars
from her lobe to her tight white drink
fakes tea while birds sing through the radio
there is no escape
she is pressed up black
there is no escape
into the night she sits next to me
put the key in the lock
then the haze swept away
hit the elevator then sink down sweat
I click like a cheap instamatic
rolling fields and the white church hurt
they had to be finished by the time we rotate
rolling fields and the white church hurt
she wasn’t a target anymore
she is pressed up black
she wasn’t a target anymore
April 9th, 2008 at 6:56 pm
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