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Harpy
are you willing to forget my past if I say
what you don't want to hear?
Lost footing marching
in circles and stepping
in the same shit
I thought I'd left behind my
drummer
has changed and I can't seem
to find
the beat I step on the feet
of friendship fast growing emotion bones
ache making
skeletons in my closet
jangle hanging me
disoriented from subway bowels urine
smells fast feet a stranger
in the strangest land lucky people
make friends madison
is two blocks away
I bend to the phone
seductively puckering to its handle
mirror for my chapstick
hellhound
stop biting at my heels
the beat of my drummer appeals to your tastebuds
you're the string on the fin
ger of my mind reminding me
what I want
who I wronged dumping my trash back
on my lap million dollar man
my man I am a wom
an and can
tell you what it's like
to carry your power
between your legs
I'll whisper in your ear and slither
out of your bed
when you were a gorging pubescent larva
how many girls replaced the bubblegum
on your bedpost
because your voice was slicker than snot?
or are you the silent type
hating every long hair short hair
skirt pumping heel wearing
bitch
that walked by
and ignored you
because you were a l o s e r?
you're the only one
who's ever been ditched ignored dumped on
I pity your ignorance
ignoring
your own drummer the string
on the finger of our minds reminding us
power is all in our heads.
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