Tuesday, October 25, 2005

closets are like elevators except they don't go

i try to care
to part my hair on the side like yr father
to fuck like yr other lovers
but it doesn't really matter how much
hair spray or gel i use
i'll always be what you saw in so many
it was easy to lure me in
like a house that needed an occupant
like a dead love that breathes when i cough
i am the blood on yr underwear
i am the semen stain on yr wedding dress
this is a forever
much like a mother that,
closehangers her first/last born.