slices of lemon meringue pie

[meepea]

a trainwrecking of flesh sings 
past a door always kept shut 
two paces shy of your own

she's collecting her bee stings 
like cage faced canaries 
rattling the mineshaft
at 4 in the morning

something at the factory
always laughing after me
he's poison for the scenery
in some Eden's garden party

some damsels are as devils do
short of what to undress
no distress hangs on the wire
when the branches let their hair down
and kiss the ground with fruit

someones pauper
someones prize-horse
someones deflating ego
on the slow train to the big zero

keeping up appearances
the windows stay scenic
for your eyes beholding 
and those shoulders broken
by years of being there

those guitar hunchbacks
and their graveyard cadillacs
trying to play the star
but the stars are playing you

better wise up
keep your thighs up
it's a human race you're running in

art's just a lark
a graceful tangling of meanings
for the foolish and curious
cats to unravel