why can't we let our mouths devour eachother?
why can't we turn those miles into inches?
letters into breath, years into seconds?
we always said we'd return to the candy coated jungle
we always said that we would return
to see what kind of orchid our heart seed grew
i know where the canaries go
i know where the crows go
so pick up the fucking phone
i sent you a letter just the other day, my friend. it said:
tonight my body is crucified across the carcus our love grew
tonight black feathers float from the sky like its raining lies
tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire,
choking on the broken digits of a dial tone
tonight telephone booths and trucks gawk
as my ribcage snaps and snarls like a venus fly trap.
where did our hearts go?
where did the crows go?
our mouths are limp mouths
we said we'd return for our petrified hearts
put our name to the parchment, made a pact in the dark
gauze gagged beaks my pump and beat
but sealed inside are secrets screaming to speak.
so open up your chest and let the birds free.
so meet me under the deserted desert tree
we'll eat sand crumpets and drink cactus tea
we'll pretend this dirt is sea.
we ate the white from the wedding
ate the sheets from the bedding
ate the smiles off our children
ate the leather off our birth skin.
have we wasted our whole lives
sucking candy coated bullets from the chemical gun?
every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on its grill
headlights casts your shadow onto my open heart vigil
i know where the canaries go
i know where the crows go
they go into fucking skeletons.
