Easter
by me
God, he loved you so much
And then he destroyed you,
Ripped you to pieces, ribs from hips
You never question, don’t question,
You never question, purse your lips.
God, he threw you to the dogs
Your naked body amongst the rosebud
Crunching, slurping, tasting, gulping
He gathered up the remaining blood
And painted pretty pictures with it
God, he took such pleasure in pain
He promised He’d always be around
But when you faltered,
He pushed you to the ground
You never question, purse your lips.
God, always preaching the horrors of a lie
Hypocritical, cynical, all-powerful scum
Confessing to a smile, angered when you cry
Craving pulling more from you than you had
Sometimes just for fun
God, incapable of doing wrong
Save for torture, murder, death, catastrophe
He’ll never lay claim to hardships
You never question, don’t question,
You never question, purse your lips.
Jenny
by me
Everybody knows Jenny.
She’s the cutie-pie,
the black-haired brown-eyed lush with fans for lashes.
A few bats and you’re hers.
You won’t find mascara and blush on her make-up table;
after all, there’s no room with all the screwdrivers.
Ava Adore
by Smashing Pumpkins
And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart
In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart
Lemon she
by me
lemon she, she was broken down
And the soldiers on leave stopped coming around,
lemon she, she was a dead device
not a martini nor nail polish would suffice.
lemon she, blood, bruises, and cellulite
but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
lemon she, she was alone and bitter
and nursing broken bones left by the last to hit her.
lemon she, she knew she’d survive
she’d make it outta this thing alive.
lemon she, she surely was a lemon
but unique and beautiful from other women.
lemon, she really wasn’t.
