April 14

Blackface

Gravity used to be a friend of mine.
I strap sticks of gelignite to my thigh.
I have stewed and am stewing in time's brine.

My juicy fruit gets chewed up on the vine.
I steer clear of wandering uteri.
Gravity used to be a friend of mine.

My arteries are streaks of turpentine.
I wear this town like a patch over my eye.
I have stewed and am stewing in time's brine.

I turn your paranoia into wine.
I'm at your window. Do I terrify?
Gravity used to be a friend of mine.

My mouth is stitched up with that dotted line
you signed in '69, and this is why
I have stewed and am stewing in time's brine.

O Icarus, won't you be my Valentine?
With practice, yes, you too can fail to fly.
Gravity used to be a friend of mine.
I have stewed and am stewing in time's brine.