The Painting on the Wall
The Painting on the Wall
Color red stains across the weather
The choice is yours
Count this forever
flowered doors
gum lipstick
this plastic art
what a dick
you had my heart
I needed you; you need something else
You enter the room with your clothes tied to your back
like some unpoet caught in nothingness;
like a fool I beg to ask,
you remember; it hands you a broken glass
the memory greets you, again
it covers you
it smells you
How's your brother thinking tonight?
Are you sleeping alright?
it fails you
he needs you.
Now we've seen what the night can do
for centuries
wars
bloodshed flags tearing the soul
you're emtpy now;
shores
LA whispers, yea it does
somehow
let go
you'll never be like us
lovers, inclusive
compassion. throughout
unfed dead hangs across your leather
breakfast hours, pancakes, flats
Bundy, Tate, Chevy Chase
are we feeling better
what's it have to do with me you ask
nothing at all, honey pie, wallflowers
bred straight, cross laced,
no, nothing at all
Fuck off.
~Darlene/Matthew