My family does own some land where the river is wide
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bone
I only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alone
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and
Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain
The latter days are harder than I ever could've known
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon
If the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending too
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and
Always blowing, so my body's bent and bowing
Deep into the day's ending in summer
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer
THIS PLACE SUCKS WHO INVITED ME H
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