I awaken to your soft skin in the desert
The dogs are barking
But I don\'t care
The sweet sound of tomato sauce
Pouring in the breeze
Today is Friday, in my mind
So who do you care about anyway
When the sun is tapping you on the shoulder
And expecting you to come back to life?
You are the process of elimination, aren\'t you?
Do you know what I\'m talking about in this poem?
Don\'t you know it is your soul?
I\'m guessing it\'s been years since we talked
For I am afraid of narcissists, aren\'t you?
I am hanging on the edge with your bow tie
And I want to wear it so badly
But I\'m not the man in the relationship, you are;
You are a handsome and grossly man
Who likes to rip a butterfly\'s wings apart
And dress them over a caterpillar
Oh doesn\'t she look pretty
With her brand new wings?
Oh mama would be so proud of me!
For I am a fortune in disguise
Looking down on separate clouds
And enjoying the bullet holes in my shirt
Though I\'ve never been shot before...
Maybe it\'s Cupid sending me a special message
I don\'t know why...I am healed
Maybe the bullet holes represent our relationship
Estranged and practically unfair
Maybe you can utilize me for your deviates
Or not utilize me at all
Whatever your soul records
It is a violent sound,
A violent sound for all to listen to.