Forget the Turpentine
When I threw that drink in that guy's face it was just to piss you off. Answer me! Answer me! The phone ring was screaming at me and I merely cowered to less than nothing now. I was the one between the bars and the boys with they keys. I was the one that it was harder to leave because the cuffs were off. It's harder now and I can't even see numbers. I can't even fathom faces. There is no need for me to be standing next to a flower fertilized by piss. There isn't a home for me in the ice of your heart. There isn't a happy birthday card waiting for me when I get home. There is my flowerpot and a bottle. There is an empty house filled with sunlight still coming out of your hair in the morning.
"Aint no birthday card waitin for you."
"Yeah no shit. What am I gonna do about it."
"Go find yourself someone you can love. Someone that you know...someone that's gonna hurt you."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means we all know, up here anyway, that you loved to be hurt boy."
"No, I don't"
"Shit. I ain't never seen someone push it to the razor just because that's the only place maked him want to live."
"What does that mean."
"It means you in it for the haul and whoever comes along, and believe me, aint gonna be many, is along for the fall."
"Clever. But ya know, I guess that's how I was made."
"Yeah, it is. I made ya."
"Right, look crazy old guy, I'm glad you are clairvoyant or whatever the fuck it is you people are these days. Fact is, I don't believe you."
"You're the one writing it stupid."
"oh. right."
