Sex with an Anarchist

Keep my sanded senses out of colored promises
and my gorgeous eyes in gold and steel

can't you see
that all my friends are on fire?
leave my splendid hands
in a fate austere

i can hear everything
when my heart is burning
why cant this worlds creations
slight my rainbow fears?


well then

I'll break the ground
I'll slit its wrists
i'll wreck this world
and swallow your artifice

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to save

all we need is recognition
and we can mend these ways

but i'm still incomplete
i need a face or soul
but i don't need your help
stand back!
and watch the birth of gold

maybe if i resolve knowing
maybe if i just give in
if i just...
listen to what they say
if only i could trade what you thought was love
even so
it wouldn't mean a thing

because
i see now
that you can part oceans
and move against them

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

and so

appall my acid smiles
and neon thoughts
that beam with resolve

pull apart these lies
that risk your own kind
obscure unkind
til you risk yourself to find

and if your not lying
holdon to yourself
as if you belonged

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to share
we don't need introduction
it will end our days
just recognition

i see now
you drag yourself
grudgingly
through murky halls
of aggravated violence

and scream at them with ellipses

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

it's the main view
of a chameleon audience
transfigured by the rain