the stink of it all
there is no reason why I take my soul out and kick it around a bit
calling it names and
pouring booze on it
there is no reason why i ’ll wake it up in the middle of the night
grabbing it and shaking it by its
soft shoulders
calling it a whore
there is no reason why i ’ll tie it up
in the day time
throwing it over my shoulder and telling it to hush
there is no reason why I take my soul out
just to stare at it
and
not
say
a word
there is no reason for this
but I do it
over and over
sometimes letting it speak and breathÂ
damaging the thing to no end
not letting anyone touch the poor thing
there is no reason
but for some reason
I do it
and in one of those moments of clarity, I feel sad for it, for being mine
and i ’ll bathe it in warm wine
cool water
combing its hair, oiling its eyes and fingers
hugging it
telling it I love and care for it
there is no reason why I take my soul out
when I should just keep it in
but
i ’m not that kind of man
be easy my friend
rest is on the way.
