zebrasindenver

valium and pinot

schubert and cohen

i build her a house

she seeks no shelter

i make her dinner

she has no hunger

i pour the wine

she decides to not drink

i offer her love

and it is never enough

i ask what she needs

as she replies with a laugh

oh child

i have your soul

what more could i need

the idea of never having love again

is lost to the memories

of having loved

tall thin condo living

dark hair against turquoise sheets

a pure lust of profession

unlike a waitress

this broken love

dances towards me

in black and white boots

blushes when i whisper

sleeps when i wish

and wishes for lovely whispers

spoken from these lips

softness eludes her

evades her dancing feet

in a broken solemn bus stop

a mile west of kingston

distrust

distane

deteste

dislike

deter

the devil

doesn’t dilly dally

death

on the other hand

lingers

lonesome

longingly

right now this is beauty

in a clear dress

a one legged

half empty whore

let us open some old wounds

we could pour some salt in

and see who hurts the most

watch your step

love gets

slippery when wet

how i wish to be owned

hurt

cut

pissed on and slapped

choked

lead to the gallows

and sent to hell

by love