Mascara Night
it's a runny mascara night
ugly make filling my face
and the street
and no one cares to stop
and dry my eye
guess I will wait for the city
to clean it up
Treacherous Mouth
it's a grave
an open coffin
a grungy pallbearer
that mouth
it's a murder
and a vengeance
and I'm surprised
it doesn't swallow
the whole face
Tiny Death
we have this tiny
death
together, you loving
and me taking,
lying still
and letting it pass
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