The Perfect

• The Killing Tree
• The Romance of Helen Trent

I never noticed the color of your eyes

Until I saw them in the reflection of this knife.

Green with envy for a life you never had.

Bloodshot contempt when I extend my hand

(So breathe and show us what you’ve got underneath

clench your fists until they bleed)

See how and why I know

I don’t think that this is what I want anymore

I don’t care if God can save me now

Here I sit with hands cupped and head bowed

And I wonder if you’re out there have you seen my name in lights?

I don’t care at all

In this world of kiss & tell I’ve got no stories to speak of now

Silence fills this empty hole

So naive to think, that I could make you feel one thing

This excavation of my chest has produced nothing

Bow your head and pull your eyes down to see

My hand around your wrist

Turn and twist this blade deeper into me

(You can’t always get what you want

but if you try sometimes you’ll die on you knees)

Wait ’til the perfect comes

Until it comes