Revolt

In reference to my pants: "They're too long. They drag on the
ground, sweeping the sidewalks..." (carrying time in my laundry basket,
usurped of straw; voodoo dames singing snarky Hallelujahs). Hallelujahs
don't save you from sin when you can't swim. Actions, emotions, and
coincidences you didn't perpetuate and cannot duplicate can't save you
in the future. People are one time shots. You either suck up to them
perfectly or they don't have time to hurt you again. You're so
unimportant in those pants.

I can't go back. No, I can't. The worm tears me to pieces. I don't love
Lucifer anymore. The city is dead this morning. The water is deep and
swampy.

Jus' remember
I am the favourite sweater
you pulled on the loose string of.
I am the candle you burned the
love letters with.
I am the lighter than lights your last hope,
and you can't even call me.