Spade Tongue

Oh what a girl you are—
With your bitter lips—your jagged tongue—
Oh what a sight you are
All hunched over and cloaked
Words lay unspoken—feeling for worlds unwritten—
Fingers cease to drape—spin and spurn—
Watch the universe turn
Round and round—oh, down we go
We seek damnation in the form of flattery
—battery, more like it—
Such a waste—wasted—such a waste
Residue upon your face—defaced—