First Day Out

Cussing out Jesus in the name of art
Waking from a dream about a lightning scar
Acid dipped in, wood tipped cheap cigars
Ashing out the open trunks of leaving cars
That's how your world will end

Wasted my love on a too fit moon
For beckoning all the howling that I aimed at you
And I wasted my summer in an afternoon
Swore to myself that it wasn't true
That's how your world began
Postulating about the how come you're nervous at the sigh of the wind

I don't mind the way you use the things
I say as exactly what I mean
I don't mind the way you're moving on
You were the one stop shop for every answer
Break in my back pretty belly dancer

Careful like, the magic of the unimpressed strivers
For the beauty in a nervous wreck works
Its way coldy from yr ear to neck
Chirping chirping chirping it's a deep respect
For how the world should end
And get tied up neat, impersonal, and thin before starting again
Hugging them yellow lines trying to get pulled over
Making good a promise of Comanche murder
Bite your tongue until they go and beat you purple
Cash in all the chips for a ripple purchase
Is how your world could have began
Instead your crop topped, dusted, bored, and typing out never again

I don't mind the way you use the things
I say as exactly what I mean
I don't mind the way you're moving on
You were the one-stop shop for every answer
Break my heart, shaken ballet dancer