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. Link Leave a comment | 1 comment 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.
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