winnie

i'm here to tell you a story, i'm here to tell you a lie, my poetry's weak and i know it, i was dropped at sad and crazy sometimes, so i fucked off, wayward canon to the sea, on land i was just an appetite, of it started as a joke, now it ruled me, sick on chronic mathematics, i just wanted to feel music, her fever delivered me from the flue, the night hag's hands spread lovingly, pulling the cape from the sunrise, and revealing a bank of warships called "she"s, warlike then reckless, i realized, no weapons were drawn that i could see, save the blazing stare of the captain, who held lightning captive from her teeth, so i looked off the edge of the world, i saw the girl who changed everything, that's when i met winnie, i wanted to be her sailor's tattoo, she sang me a song that was too sad for some, struck up the band and filled up her lungs, her mouth was sharp as the rib of a star, she told molting truths that would break our own hearts, we were warriors!, we clothed ourselves in the guts of our enemies, who'd no respect for the wild, warriors!, long before hotwire safari park husbandry, and the joy ran through us like the weather's flux, we just wanted to be music, the joy ran through us like the weather's flux, we just wanted to be music, her gravity pulled up my sad remains, finger the curve of her cunning bow, i've loved you so long, winnie, i want to be your sailor's tattoo, i've loved you so long, winnie, luring softly into you