Notes App Poem 2
Inspired by Hole and Lana
Action
A last moment behind blue bars
I’m staring at you from the outside in
Spying beaches behind smudged walls
Dirty thoughts drowning in the snow
I can’t let bitterness ruin the flavour,
even for a summer that will never come
Malibu Blue
Underneath your banned cross in the back
I would hold you on my dead end knees
For you I’d offer up only the rawest of blood
feast on my offerings of flesh
chew on maggot bones for breakfast
Tasting tiny drops of fast running mud
Still buried six feet deep between my walls
I know I’d dig my grave there beside
I’d peel back patched up skin if broken insides could intertwine
I’d scrape out my eyes only to be let by you blind
I’d give you a sweeter taste of twice my burn in kind
I forgot about a dead flavour of forever in my pocket
It contained a key chain to my favourite crime
It might have been my worst pleasure
and the best torture of them all
to never call you mine
Behind your bars there is never enough room to stay
but dog days in Malibu remain the same
I hope you will see me
for coming winters of your life
a dirty Madonna caught in your blue light
down on her stripped knees
begging you to please not die