the road ahead is black
the road behind is blacker
if you look out your kitchen window
and claim me as your daughter
i'll fly into your arms
and I'll tug at all your hair
and i'll sing a tune i wrote for you
that sounds very close to
the teddy bears' picnic.
the moon was round yesterday
the moon is round tonight
look into your disposal
and reach your hand inside
flip the switch
slit your wrist
fall in pain to the tile floor
crawl straight through the garage door.
hear it wistle on the wind?
hear it waft down this dead end?
fear it coming closer
fear it touching you
hazard lights blink
you stand at your kitchen sink
i sink into my chair in tears
you flip the switch
and
i scream.
so loudly that my singing is drown out
so loudly that you shudder at the sound.
so lonely now that you are gone
ground into nothing but a memory of the song.
11:44 pm - 01.08.04
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