blanche [revamped]

pale purple coats
from the past.
well then what did you come here for
if not for the guns
all the wicked games with the devil
and ugly pale purple coats.

i'm still,
like a dead tree branch
so whatcha think about that
b
l
a
n
c
h?

it's simple guys
with complex wives
that tell
even more complex lies.
it's loosing at checkers for the fiftieth time
in a row,
and all the papers crumpled into wads
all over the floor.
it's being up past everyone else
and painting all the furniture
black and white stripes,
hey
bitch
don't
kill
my

i can't finish that
because it's not mine.

so everybody in the car
so self destructive
turning so recklessly
in on themselves.
so young
so pretty
so
so
sew,
they would feel like
boards caving in
on the breach
about to snap
at the brink
they begin to crack
topped with all the bad news
and aimless feelings
of never knowing
what to do.
until ultimately
they backtrack
to twigs and slivers
left over from the wreck.

restless torture
for sleepless crimes
punishments aligned.

it's our side
vs. your side.