my eye is peeled open like a light green chardonnay grape.
it is rolling down the street unraveling the whispered fates.
follow me, follow me. whisper into my blown-out ears.
put a twist of your lust in my drink and i will drink it down.
it's three thirty in the morning. it's a monday. i am spent.
i put another hole in my empty life. i am reborn just to repent.
take a risk and cut me down from the tree where you left me hanging.
tether me to the bike rack while the world watches me strangling.
you tip your glass and stare up through the bottom to the dark moon.
the moon brightens up this twisted scene illuminating all my faults.
peel the skin back from my chardonnays.
remember where you strung me up and lept to cut me down.
tether me and we will breed while the world watches on.
me eyes; they flicker in and out, you stand naked and i shout.
tap my skull with your cold ball pein hammer.
tiny fragments stab and stimulate my mind.