Johnny Ripper

Twilight's million battered lips
sleep in a house of fractured smiles.
Young love's clumsy fingertips
are gonna find out for themselves.
The birds keep on singing from the
tops of the trees, but the song's out
of tune that drips from the breeze.
There's a razor in the garden waiting
for a delicate hand.
Look out! Look out!
For diamonds sparkling where the
trap doors swing into the bottom
of a cold misery full of insults to add
to your collection, parking lots
dangling from your diction,
daydreams bobbing in a shattered
sea.
Look out! Look out!
For sirens dancing where the nooses
swing from gutted branches of your
fantasies full of insults falling from
your ceiling, motels where you're
fucking without feeling, daydreams
bobbing in a shattered sea.
Fake leaves shake like deceit on your
tongue.
Desperate mothers devoured by
young.
Hold on to love you learned to despise
like an ocean choking on its own
tide.
There's a razor in the garden waiting
to cut through your seams.
Look out! Look out!
There's a razor in the garden
grinning as you crouch to your
knees.
Look out! Look out!
The dull years drag the best days of
your life through asphalt and glass
while summer's favorite fathers
birthing next year's deadbeat dads.
Let's tack up another eviction note to
matrimony's throbbing throat
stuffed with songs from a synthetic
past, silver clouds and artifacts full
of insults to add to your collection,
parking lots dangling from your
diction, daydreams bobbing in a
shattered sea.