By the guppy
Date: 18 December 2000
killed
i died on your lips
how's it feel to be kissing a corpse?
how's it feel to be on the living side of this real estate deal?
don't tell me
i might think that you're real
and listening to this hissing
that might actually be the way i feel
could you grab the wine off my headstone?
could you loosen your jawbone?
'stead of laughin' and tearin' my security bandages off
you're body might calm me
but will you embalm me
when my rigor mortised virtues prove to carry a cost?
i'll be flowers on a sunday once a year
and remembered to be such a dear
amen
let me rest
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