Dark Corners

Changing from copper to green, smiling masks, teeth of a saint, tongue of a liar, let's try to categorize each face into the discrete confines of the alphabet. whatever kisses happen across your mouth should mark you blameless in bright red stamped letters, no? or should the snails emerge from their dark corners of the bar with their white flags and the binoculars saying they've seen the truth and it's sticky and fleeting, although it does come with a large box of buttered popcorn if you'll be so kind as to watch the film exclusively in rewind, i supposed this is what we've come to, the forgiveness we're told to succumb to, the wars between thumbs we hum to, the doors to friends we run through, i hear her and her lazy sighs one quarter of a million miles deep within her pores, these are the love molecules we read about that compose the earth's core, i need to find more universal weakness or else my skull may begin to crack from the cocaine they pour into the martini glasses, i don't think i've even been stitched up correctly after the operation, when i came out they knew it would be something of this nature, but not quite as malleable, so please be careful with me, the other hands that have smudged their prints across your skin bring you into a tornadoed landscape of course i exaggerate but the intensity of betrayal is exactly the boulder they tie around our neck as the generations of stone dangle you over a cliff of billowy yellow salted foam how many ways can one person say they're sorry before they sink to the bottom of the sea, regret is such an ugly thing, but i'd rather have that creature picking away at my flesh then all the silk of deceit adorning my naked shoulders on our way to the opera or some other elegant bullshit, besides i have more to give to those who crave the mirroring, all i can say is that it only takes one knock of the hand to destroy an antique vase, it takes one heart attack to kill a man, it takes a whole lifetime to understand self control, but if i cut mine short, maybe i won't have to explain myself to all those i've scratched out of my memory.