When the lights flicker in the purple-bruised skies,
i’ll see the crabs that
Walk around your eyes at night, and I’ll wonder
how much of you is water
And how much is flesh. Maybe you’re a
crinkled ball of pinching lies,
Or maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s that
diabolical mother of yours
Doing another syringe of world-class ecstasy
in the room next door. Careful
There, sleeping beauty, I can see your tears,
yet you told me rocks couldn’t cry and
I could never be the one, and no, love,
i never did tell you how much you
Remind me of fresh-scrubbed beach and tide,
because you know what?
Sometimes I’m scared that if I look hard enough,
i’ll see myself in your crab-rimmed eyes.