Old Bones

Eat the insects from your soul
The ghost of blues and rock'n'roll
Dirt blonde hair and severed veins
The sacred gods would rearrange

The universe to suit your face
Tear the planets out of their place
Eyes of ember eyes of fire
Of razor blades and a holy choir

We'll come back
To bury my old bones
Deep under the grass
That curls between your toes
And grows so tall

Pull at the roots pushing at my ribs
Kiss the dirt so I can taste your lips
Knock the nails into tarnished hands
Prop me up beside the son of man

And Jesus weeps for the state were in
Wrapped in barbed wire cut deep in soft skin
Chains of brass bind smoke filled lungs
Raspberry lips speak in tongues

We'll come back
To dig up my old bones
Deep under the grass
That curls between your toes
And grows so tall

The night crawls in on all fours
And gently knocks on your bedroom door
Slip betwixt the spaces unseen
Drown the clocks in gasoline

Finger tips on the edge of knives
The embers smoke twists between your thighs
Wrapped around my shadow dark as wine
Ghosts of emptied cups intertwine

We'll come back
To burn my old bones
Scattered among
The weeds and thorns
That grow so tall