Car wreck cryptograph

Glass and twisted metal exploded
covered in stickers
all over the store front of the pizza parlor

i predicted a car wreck yesterday

no one killed
but the axles broke
free from the frame

trapeze flying
tripped me up on the wire
whisking past a writing spider
take me on the other side sleeping
flying
figure out the ink from this pen
doesn't carry with you when you
kick the bucket
wherever that is
fading from color to black and white
think you're home harbinger
pack your bags
airplane ride
mp3 player died
waiting to be shut out in the cold
cut the tension in the room with a knife
cut the chord
between paper cup string telephones
that's not what my heart wants
draw me what you're feeling
draw me at your very best
draw like we were slinging guns
and living in the wild west

hellcat are you happy
minx are you still mad

i'm furious at myself

throwing needles
like lightening
throwing words to whistle at
the sun blinds me
i forget my sunglasses too often
i can't even imagine what you'd say to me anymore
and that bothers me to the core
caught off guard
guiding missle's for miles
crack you open like a can of sardines
i would
if you were a liqueur
i'd grab you off the top shelf and kiss you
little red riding hood was a hoax
but you wrapped
this big bad wolf around your web
vibrations vary
like a hand caught in a bench vice
i bet you smell like the best car wreck waiting to happen
i'm the pedestrian
hoping to get hit
even just to talk about insurance claims with you
hijacked by your beauty
hijacked by your sight
the most striking
queen cobra
so go ahead and take a bite

am i a bridge burner
bouncing off the walls of a padded cell
sorry that the silence slit my throat
counting my bottom row of teeth
with tongue
i don't know a lot of jokes
but i like to listen
listen to the liars tell tall tales
boast with a glass of brandy in their hand
waving gestures like a jet in the sky
talk about musics mayhem
and they're taste that terrible
they're ideas eating at they're apples
there will be no bobbing this evening my dear

but they're not yours

slipping to the back of the crowd
they're cackling like critters
in the trees disco danger party hour
it's a sassy night
so fill up that parking lot
having sex when they leave
all the way up the street
pick me out some prey
cause the street lights
turn out tricks
when i walk underneath them