SONG AGAINST SEX

and the first one tore a picture of a dead and hanging man
who was kissing foreign fishes that flew right out from his hands
and when i put my arms around him, felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks,
and an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak.
and he said, "boy you are so pretty,
enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string."
and when i finally kissed him, the whole world began to ring,
much like a bell that's tipping over with two cracks along both sides,
and i knew the world was over, so i took a look outside
and watched the fires that were reaching
up to the weather vanes and the tops of trees
and the waiting scene and the sunday dream,
they're all waiting here for me!!!

deli markets with their flower stands,
their pretty girls and their burning men,
hanging out on the hooks in the window display
and i took out my tongue twice-removed from my face.
across a bridge and across the mountains,
threw a nickel in the fountain
to save my soul from all these troubled times
and all the drugs that i don't have the guts to take to soothe my mind.
i'm always sober, always aching, always headed towards
mass suicide, occult figurines,
and wasted gas station attendants, attending to their jobs,
and a nice drive in the country
finds a nice cliff to drop off.
oh, when this life just gets so grating,
all the grittiness of life,
but don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you,
you're too wonderful to die!!!

and the last one tore a picture from the pornographic page,
and all the pleasure points attacking, all the looks of love
were staged, and it's a lie that you've been given,
that just hurts you every day. so why should i lay here naked
when it's just too far away
from anything we could call loving, any life
worth living for? so i'll sleep out in the gutter,
you can sleep here on the floor.
and when i wake up in the morning i won't forget to lock the door,
cause with a match that's mean and some gasoline
you won't see me anymore~!!!