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​I can't seem to get Elvis/Seith off my mind lately. I've also been trying to make this trainwreck into something useable. Put them together and you get:


Wyatt has scratches in his corneas
From all the men who got lost in his eyes
And died trying to claw their way out

When we broke up
He told me there'd always be a special place in his heart
Just for me

I was hoping for something more spacious
With less black

My heart is a palace with a revolving door

Elvis entered next
Eighteen and blameless
A student of Baron Munchausen
Majoring in revisionist history
A parasitic Pinnochio
Every time I caught him in a lie, his dick looked bigger

He seduced me with stories of his broken home
His mother: the terminal cancer in his father's throat
A wicked stepfather with an appetite for his forbidden fruit

I was the prince with the glass wallet that fit perfectly into his pocket

I spent two years and forty-two lovers
Expunging him from my credit report

Sam wouldn't touch me with the lights on
Jason kissed me like I was the exhaust pipe on an idling car
And Russel said I was the most beautiful imaginary friend
Ever locked in his closet

I never felt so ugly

The first time I felt beautiful
Was watching Mike leaf through one of my old photo albums
Caressing my twenty-three year old cheek
Smirking at my seventeen year old sideburns

Mike
I'm sorry I used the cement in out relationship
To build a bombshelter capable of surviving our past
Instead of laying a foundation for our future

I don't know at which page in the photo album
I lost my ability to see the present for what it's worth

Wyatt developed a passion for pesticide ingestion
And skipped town to follow Phish

Elvis did time for identity theft

I never heard from Sam again

Jason carved cuneiform across his arteries
Dabbed bleach behind one ear
Ammonia behind the other
And became a fixture on the gay goth scene

Russel and his wife lived blissfully ignorant ever after

Mike
I don't want you to be a footnote in the encyclopedia of men I've lost
A blurry photograph in a collage
Lost in a box between moves

Last night you said you couldn't sleep anymore
I weighed so heavily on your mind

I will never eat again

I can tell I'm not finished with it yet, but I'm much happier with this version than The Moth Dance one.
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Mon, Feb. 16th, 2004 06:14 am (UTC)
asthecrowfliesthis:

A parasitic Pinnochio
Every time I caught him in a lie, his dick looked bigger


is such a great set of lines!

i like it - not sure about where it ends right now, but i really like what's happening in the interior.