Poetic scars kissing my quiet sugar thighs
Ash blood hair with lungs full of gasoline
The streets has wings filled with pockets of disease
Sidewalks are notebooks recording my thoughts
Homesickness leaves bruises on my feet
Retracing lovers tears from the corners of my mouth
Petal tongue made of feathers making lovers sigh
In this muted ghost town  
I'm suffocating with the void of communication
Plucking strings and church bells my nerves doing flip flops
Murals swooning the train station amidst the shallow shores
A drinking waltz climbs my eyelids
As I pour you down my throat