you're a goddess on a good day
but a bitch on a bad one
maybe you and me could find a way
to go and have some
i'm the archetype of awful
when i lose my concentration
i'm a prototype messiah
with some features on probation
you're the secret of the oracle
with a mind that binds you over
and your body is a mass of wounds
a shining supernova
if the rhythm of our hearts
would only coincide in time
there'd be nothing left to tell you
i'd be yours and you'd be mine
but the tragedy we dance around
is our own dead love
we can't do it. and you knew it.
that is all. and that's enough
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers