Maintain Equality- Past Worn Like Perfume

And I remember thinking, any song would be better than this. Any song in the world would have been better at this moment, but maybe that was just an extension of the kiss.

I've got a nightmare where windows shatter and winters steal all my energy until every morning is a headache and a struggle. Until they find my dried out corpse beneath the fat bodies of a million fleas.

There is no fixing these stairs and the ramps were made by the cripples themselves.

let's try a different song.

See, now I'm by the subwolfer, in the back of a hollowed out white two door. Its more rust than engine and you are more than a ride home. Two minutes in heaven, I'll meet you at your car and I'm so special. Point two seconds. Greasy, oil teenager. You sing your heart out. Shy like sugar.

But thats not fitting.

So there's this one time, I bumped her head against the drier in the bowling alley bathroom. Its just like it sounds, and we laughed, took another swig and I was pressure like boys with dicks.

Except, that's broken, wishbone wishes that never make it.

So I'll sing you a lullaby. A loner that knows, a loner that feels. And I promise this is temporary, sedentary, reaction to the almonds in my ice cream, itchy.
I'm seducing you without the you, and taking off all my clothes, my shape Renaissance and oil painted, as I take down my hair and close the space between your phantom smile and my sheets.

I can't feel you and it melts to room temperature. Till I'm in the ground and I'm cold.

I had to share a bed with your mother that whole vacation because we weren't old enough to sleep together. They didn't want to hear us fucking, after she'd caught us on the living room floor, that one time. I was up and you were down.

The song replaced drugs on the plane. You brought me star flowers and sandy mouths. Salty fingers, two weeks without it.

So we'll twist a little lime and let the corona spray the wall. I've gotten innocent written all over my face like... wait, let's think about this.

Theres something specific I'm looking for, some pocket dwelling tidbit, a candycane from last christmas in your closet bound winter coat. It doesn't taste as good, but its the memory that counts.

They all wanted you, but isnt that the way? Twenty-six girls and one man. One guy. fake front teeth and talent to stretch for miles. We took our clothes off and jumped out into the stars. It was black black black, and watching you climb the stairs, wet and reflecting, for the first time, I wasn't afraid of the water.

But there was nothing, and kisses were interrupted by the sea that fell from your hair.

Most gentlemen of intentions. California never proved so blond or so hard a biter. We celebrated winter with sticky rice and were the only ones who didn't go home alone. I showed you every part of my island. Except one. Was that the reason you came?
Only americans need saving from a Greek bar.

But thats not it.

You gotta imagine its like seeping in wine until you dont know whats good for you but you do know you'd love to watch those two go at it, right infront of you, taking suggestions for the audience of one.

You gotta imagine, its like wanting to sit back and ruin everything in shattering windows and millions of fat bodied fleas sucking your body dry, corpse on christmas day, done.

And if some freak monkey induced camel accident comes, well, I can only hope you're open for stripteases and changes in life plans.

Life is old, sitting in the back of the fridge and no one wants to be the one to throw it out, cause thats just damn gross. Cause thats just a damn waste. And as long as its still in the fridge, SOMEONE might eat it. Someone might.

So we put on the saddest song we know, and pretend we're drunk because thats the only way the fat will rise to the top and we can scrap it off. (Run the hot water before putting it down the drain. )

Rattle the bottle, take off all your clothes. Watch porn. Stroke fake red hair. Find a blond, press deeper. Say things you cant take back.

Pray summer will take the weight off and all your potential will be realized.

She's got thighs like a tree trunk and she's fake enough to stand in the corner of an office.

He sounds like a dolphin when he gets there.

I stared up her skirt on a boat deck in the aegean but she wasn't wearing any skirt.

I have no good reason to be unhappy- so I invent it. It's like misery without the calories.

I can't listen to half my music without your name telling me no.

Somewhere in the middle, I got to have my fantasy. Its brief like most men and all I do is sit.

After he takes off all his clothes, I say no.