Our Lady of the Severed Aorta

I won’t think you’re a whore if you lay me
I’m not the type to abhor pretty ladies
Taking it into their own hands at night
When they’re surrounded by boys whose joys won’t alight

Look, I can see how this topic drains you
But listen, the more you give it up the more you make room
For anything other than this song I croon
Or are you afraid of what’s beyond
Your body’s swoon?
So you siphon your love into a skipping groove
And you’re right ‘cause you’re safer from danger
When you can not move
But you’re wrong ‘cause when it atrophies from lack of use
And contentness becomes the opiate soothing ruse
Won’t the waits aggravate? The sitcom syndications sublimate?
Will you reserve the word “Divine” for fine chocolates on the Upper East Side?

Let’s face it, the role of cloistered seed
Will not befit you with a steed
And though your boy is from New Jersey,
The gigolo also bleeds
Yes I’m on to you woman, what truly gives you pain
More than the whistles – we all agree they’re profane
Is a silent construction site
A nude beach where skin reflects like sand
My cracked lips still crazed for your wrinkled hand


I Am So Lonely With You

When you say “I don’t mind”
Every time
I am so lonely with you

On the stool at the bar
When your friends aren’t far
And the chit chat’s perfected par
I am so lonely with you

When they leave
A brief reprieve
And then again
I am so lonely with you

On a highway between states
Recollecting past dates
As our embarrassments abate
I am missing you

In a hotel room
Lit only by the moon
My heart beats like it’s noon
‘Cause I am so uncertain
With this wind through the curtains

Where there was once an abandon
We failed to lay our hands on
There is now a contempt
For every crime any man’s done
And I am missing you


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