Stun Gun Honey

Catatonic, cursed albatross
My cocaine angel spit fuck
Clip your wings
And fall from that cloud
You're perched upon
Staring into a bloodshot sun
 
You, the negative image of Jesus
I, the torch carrier for pessimists
Exhaling propane  
Over an open flame
Defrosting a though
So cold
It shivers  
Ice forms round the ridges
The naked body of intent  
Collapses like old bridges
 
Nails dug deep
Roots of the tree
Holding onto a world
Spinning off it's axis
As you reach
Your apex
 
No matter how hard I try
I can't pull us both
Back down to earth  
With space expanding
Agoraphobic in this dancing
Hand in hand cuffed
And I still can't
Pull us both
Back down to earth  
It's something we don't deserve
 
Albatross you burn
Your outstretched wings
On a cocaine diatribe
And now sunspots
Play tic tac toe on the soil
Where shadows use to sleep
So wrap around my neck
The fashion
The noose
The curse
Where sailor's would cringe
I choose to binge  
Where you settle to spit
I live to lap it up