Sunday, April 11, 2010

Worms

You held out your hand full of worms
You said you had a surprise for me
Did you hope to see me squirm?
I thought it was a curious treat.

Now I'm building my own house
You can't live here with me
I'll run screaming through my house
Erecting tiny shrines to cheese.

I'll pile my anguish in a corner
Tip-toe over bones and teeth
With my twisted soul, I'll be a donor
I'll fall in love, again, with me.

Now I'm building my own house
You can't live here with me
I'll run screaming through my house
Erecting tiny shrines to cheese.

An army of Longfellows crying
Couldn't change this me into an us
Underneath my bed, your heart lies dying
Entombed in a soft shroud of dust.

Now I'm building my own house
You can't live here with me
I'll run screaming through my house
Erecting tiny shrines to cheese.

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