Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck Those tire tracks zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait. The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets, the wincing relatives...
you bid her farewell then got in your car and that's the last thing that you can recall. and when they pulled you out you didn't know your name exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
you met Jane four years ago today dancing at some vomit-stained frat party. Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance, her tired underpants...
Love [x9] rhymes with pity now Love [x9] rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her she was so free like a pineapple in a tree You said it's dangerous to be so intimate You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better like used cars and bad livers. So you traded her in for a better looking brand. One with fake porno tits a pad lock on her lips disposable tan biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital you got no visitors at all. She visits you in your sleep, but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]
She met him a week after you left her when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector. He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment and then they did all the things you never said that you wanted. And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull. And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold. Yesterday you gave your burden a name. Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love [x9] rhymes with pity now Love [x9] rhymes with sympathy now
Ambulance Vs. Ambulance Ambulance X extracts several consultants from the slow gumming death at the office orifice. Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees. Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels rotting in their skin cooking coffins. Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step. Ambulance X pulls you out of the party and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye and cuts your hands to show you where you stand, under the monolith of what is love and what is scam, what is sun and what is tan. The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep the sirens flash emergency, "you'd better come quick." The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth, and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts. Roll tape and decode the moans, ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes. You'll never see your wife and children again so tell us what it was going through your head, when you looked into their eyes and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead" You'll never see that office again so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs come a little bit closer to the mic and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky. The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard, and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards. The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin and show them the scrap book of your operation: His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies: all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs. Before you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in, just remember we're coming back for your children.
Dr.Crane · Fri Dec 09, 2005 @ 07:15pm · 0 Comments |