Martyr in the Grass
Keeping still
All coiled in the grass
Venomous victim
Choking on vindication
Equivocating like a vocation
With your mouth agape
Innocent and uninquisitive
Somehow
You meant nothing
Knew nothing
When you said that
Somehow helplessly
Somehow socially acceptably
How can you -
How did I?
It’s for thee not for me
I can’t compete or complete it
Bullshit boomerang in cellophane
Didn’t you ever speculate -
Who exactly is killing you?
It’s never been me
Split and distorted
It’s almost a joke
A head of powder and smoke
Behind time
In gauzy recollection like brickwork
Cracks fanning flames
Growing or falling apart
Take back your fingers
You’ve only fiction to point to
I saw you from the sidewalk
Slithering between the lines
A snake out of the grass
Mongering like you say I do
Now with nothing to lose
Not sorry I expected anything of you
Knowing I’m wasting my breath
When it’s all just words to you
All coiled in the grass
Venomous victim
Choking on vindication
Equivocating like a vocation
With your mouth agape
Innocent and uninquisitive
Somehow
You meant nothing
Knew nothing
When you said that
Somehow helplessly
Somehow socially acceptably
How can you -
How did I?
It’s for thee not for me
I can’t compete or complete it
Bullshit boomerang in cellophane
Didn’t you ever speculate -
Who exactly is killing you?
It’s never been me
Split and distorted
It’s almost a joke
A head of powder and smoke
Behind time
In gauzy recollection like brickwork
Cracks fanning flames
Growing or falling apart
Take back your fingers
You’ve only fiction to point to
I saw you from the sidewalk
Slithering between the lines
A snake out of the grass
Mongering like you say I do
Now with nothing to lose
Not sorry I expected anything of you
Knowing I’m wasting my breath
When it’s all just words to you