Sunday, July 28, 2013

Vacancy





I am poison to soft hands  
Moisturizer to those who ask for their hair to be pulled
You looked at my scraped knuckles and immediately pounced
Half of my wardrobe in your closet after two days

But, Jesus, you couldn’t have been more wrong
Flash
About the money, the persona, the hybrid intelligence
Flash
And you try and change me to fit your gutter judgments
Boom

I am poison to the opposite of decency
My boots are not for licking or tromping
They are for walking lightly uphill and sometimes dancing
I hope to hell you find some sort of partner that fucks with their eyes closed

And, Jesus, you could be worth a second glance
Flash
The beauty, the charm, the way you move with grace
Flash
And I try to change you to fit my better judgments (don’t look at me)
Boom

Seeing you later would only prolong the annoyance
Opposites attract....yeah, opposites attract tonight