"No Sale"

South Side Of Love

No Sale

Crushing blows

Daily rituals,

In the fragile of you.

Heart on sleeve

Cut out in pity patterns,

No flower spread

Or buttery linings

Slipped between mattresses

You lie on.

Hanging by a thread

Sewn on by

The fear of release




Ripe for the strip-tease

Of vanity.

Casting no shadow

In midnight's mirror

Reflection lost

In the vain of your own


The one you tried to sell me

For only half the guilt

And a trip to the cellar,

Where you lie in wait.

Fragile ego

Bargain basement production

Someone pass the popcorn

I've seen the movie

And I'm not renting the video,

No cheap tricks.

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