She spoke softly and called it "whispering."
And having no mind for the desperate glances, leering bastards
slithering around them
she was wearing her breasts a few sizes larger that day and
they all had something for her -
even I a head to turn,
even I a card to play.
They armed us all and tried so hard
to explain that only one of us could
win innocent high school graduates
all mixed up too cute to understand.
She read the directions to us herself.
She gave the command but she meant to
ask us to care for our selves.
She waved the flag and having transcended tears
perspired for show, theatrical genius,
all of them enthralled -
even I trembled feeling naked to her, impressed
and lustring.

This is what we desperate do,
This is how we keep busy.
This is no distorted image -
what the fuck do you mean "normal"?
Listening through the walls of our refuge
the kettle squealing out of tune
music plays, the music plays
the neighbor's daughter absorbed and destined
to be filled later
(but never does, we know this now.)
What villain? What lover?
What rival? What soulmate?
Portent ideas all fantasy now.
How long now has passed with zero to show,
thousands of days for which I can't account,
take her I'll take her be good I'll be true
each of us deserving were the world fair they'd spawn mindless and millions
but I, I've a thing or two to share
from one to another whose hidden within
encastling what we are losing to sin
But smile just smile love it goes it just goes
it bubbles within and it flees through our nose
the islands are sinking,
the city's a beach,
stir up the evil
the heroes will leech.