and the clouds are overhead,
it happens to me every time.
kick me in the face,
scratch out my two eyes.
i can see you through your window,
you're on the cover of my book.
you'd look better off dead
with me next to you.
she loves me,
she loves me not.
tearing me like
the petals from a daisy.
i want to reach into your chest,
pull out your black heart,
kiss your pale lips,
and nail it to my wall.
you're on the silver screen.
silver dress.
silver eyes.
silver shoes.
blood red kiss.
(your eyes, your hair)
blood red sheets.
(your lips, your tears)
my god, marilyn,
you knew too much.