bad boy appeal
[if i can't be the hero, i need to be the villain. if i can't rescue the damsel in distress, i must muddy the princess. i want to but i don't want to. i still want to be the hero. i don't want to touch her flaxen curls and pale nightgown. it would turn her mystical moon to a yellow crack rock. she is too weak and good. she has dreams. she grew up in an orchard. i am only allowed to sneak in and out of her family manor.]
oceans of wine flood her barren belly and the night gets patchy
everyone is saying her name at their windows
everything tingling, vomit
i touch her face so close our noses bump and say
she will be okay
her face is gold even with that burgundy bile on her lips and chin
why must i stay up all night she yelled
because you met(h) me
i am your werewolf
underneath that yellowed moon do i too
wax and wan
she confesses to everyone
in backseats and on couches
drunk or sober
as if to give them her silver cross...
they cannot take
they cannot break its ferocious weight
she sobs of me
how i am an illusion, a lesson
a tangent universe not meant to be
i must destroy not her but everything
to stick forks in fan blades while idle even a moment
to steal coffee cups from diners no reason
in the morning i will call her name
with a mournful ellipses behind it
she will answer
helpless
at her wilting candle
you shouldn't let me kiss you i whispered into her mouth
kiss me
this mouth in mine reminds me of a mouse somehow
how vulnerable it is
like spread ribs
i must destroy (HER) everything
i want to chop the world in half
get every budding youth addicted to crack
as my father did for me
the poison steals through our blood
the streets of this town wrap around us and then tighten their hold
(princess get out
before i steal all your TVs)
her skirt
her curls
i consume them as if she is a field of metal flowers in a lightning storm
as if i am on death's door and she's the devil
i'm her beggar
oceans of wine flood her barren belly and the night gets patchy
everyone is saying her name at their windows
everything tingling, vomit
i touch her face so close our noses bump and say
she will be okay
her face is gold even with that burgundy bile on her lips and chin
why must i stay up all night she yelled
because you met(h) me
i am your werewolf
underneath that yellowed moon do i too
wax and wan
she confesses to everyone
in backseats and on couches
drunk or sober
as if to give them her silver cross...
they cannot take
they cannot break its ferocious weight
she sobs of me
how i am an illusion, a lesson
a tangent universe not meant to be
i must destroy not her but everything
to stick forks in fan blades while idle even a moment
to steal coffee cups from diners no reason
in the morning i will call her name
with a mournful ellipses behind it
she will answer
helpless
at her wilting candle
you shouldn't let me kiss you i whispered into her mouth
kiss me
this mouth in mine reminds me of a mouse somehow
how vulnerable it is
like spread ribs
i must destroy (HER) everything
i want to chop the world in half
get every budding youth addicted to crack
as my father did for me
the poison steals through our blood
the streets of this town wrap around us and then tighten their hold
(princess get out
before i steal all your TVs)
her skirt
her curls
i consume them as if she is a field of metal flowers in a lightning storm
as if i am on death's door and she's the devil
i'm her beggar