Jetsabel Removes The Undesirables
My brother finds comfort in calculatorsHe assigns every number a nameHe believes that they add up to certaintyAnd he's upset with the fractions that remainSo I examine the maps with my eyes and at bestI can trace with my finger all the wayTo that town where she went an attempt to forgetThe cracks and the lines of my faceSo Jetsabel cleaned out the closets for meAnd she piled the boxes in the hallTomorrow when she wakes she'll come take them awayAnd they will never haunt me againBut it is still hard to sleep with the moon's heavy beamsI run barefoot to the backyardJust to freeze in my place by the wraught-iron gateToo ashamed and afraid to advance
Today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstonesThey were in rows like the weeks on calendarsWhere each box is a day that you can't ever escapeWithout pills or the poison of sleepThese memories leak from these faucets that weepHot tears splash against the shower floorAnd I stand in the steam as if inside a dreamI can see her again by the sinkFrom behind the bathroom mirror she pulls a thermometerAnd placed it underneath my tongueShe said 'you are as pale as a sheet, you look awful my sweetLay down and wait for the sun'So I stayed in that bed, she brought me water and readEach night from a volume out loudShe whispered soft poetryHer favorite was 'Annabel Lee'And those words, like these drugs, comforted meBut the clocks kept waving their hands and she could not understandWhy my temperature would never dropAnd although she promised with tears that she would always be hereI heard truth like the sounding seaI said, 'My Arienette, oh how soon you forgetThis house will never be your homeAnd you will leave in the fall when the trees become gravesAnd their colors lie dead in the grass'
Gold and green torture me like the lies I believe too easilyOh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have madeIf you want maybe drop by sometime, put some flowers on my graveSo that I will look beautiful in my silent sepulchreYeah, that's fine, give the dresses awayI don't want anything of hersFor the moon never shines and the stars never riseWithout bringing me dreamsHaunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes