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Tally
So long,
I think,
In my lightswitch way,
You’re about to leave.
What should I care?
Me with my big words
And
Empty meanings,
You with your perfect image parading in front of me,
Like a cat on a fence post
Mewing
At
The moon.
What should I leave of this gray knot so dear?
Should I
Tie
My hair with this string?
I could dance with you
And
Your pretty blonde birdies,
If you’d let me get close enough to
Their
Cage.
I see you climb the fence,
Tear your jeans,
Bleed your leg,
A tooth
Blacked out like the moon.
I won’t ordain you,
Not today.
Your heavy heels hit strawberry patch,
Squishing fetus fruit in perfect time.
In a bloody carnage they fall to earth
With cloud in hand
And
A tally in eye.
If you came for me,
I’d leave.
So you keep running
On with bloody fabric
And
Scarlett heels.
There's money in your pocket
Waving like a Stupid flag,
Damn you.
