razor blades and caress

[revolutionrabbit]

the lethal alphabet of your mysterious heart
bleeds rain drops through sheets of music
you found on the heap of memories
mirrors of dust,the cigarette of dreams
the lingering regrets that hang around like hookers
the lookers who people your sad world
your mad at the city of time
the scattered shadows who populate your mind
the lazy bleeding words that drip from your pen
the evil junk that would put an end to this
the landscapes of flowers that fall from your eyes
punishing sentiments that escape your tears
the lost moments sitting at the outdoor cafe
waiting for that skinny woman who walks by
day after day like she is on her way to confession
she glances at you but she never sees you
no matter how many times she looks
right at you, she with her ghostly shape
her long black hair like flames from hell
her second hand costumes of death and eternal mockery
her silent gaze of razor blades and caress
toying with the traveler of folded material
her ardors of flesh covered with someone else's order
her long stance from the back, distant smile buried
under lips that have forgotten how to kiss the feet
of the saint of golden crossroads and thief of love
she stands there waiting for some sign that never comes
stands, waits, jolts forward inconsolable, abandoned
longing for the poets words, longed for forever