To lucasta from the churchyard

faked sleep,
tried hard to wake up in a river bed.
cast away your dreams-
they call you the boy who lived
and me not dead
to pretend your flowers grow in my garden
and standing still
is the hardest sunday i have spent
so let it spill
behind the church yard where you're to wed.

set me up your prom dress, dear.
i'll call you my bomb threat baby.
sleep tight, your swan song calls
my sailor's ear over the rocks.
it's moon lighting herowork
to drag your corpse across this state.
I carry a body with me,
I'll bury her body in this bed.

you bat your ghost eyes,
i think the world is eating you alive.
lace wing flies and boom slang skin.
this is passive/classic and this is sin:

darker to darker.
the mother, the father.
the god of el dios,
the mayor of st. del ray.

someone will tell me where you've been.
won't you just tell me where you've been?
someone will tell me where you've been.
five months to be your shadow.