Bloody Knuckles - R Stevie Moore

Everything is intricate

But being is so empty

I’ve become dismantled

Green with age and envy

Where did all these cries

Come for from the first

Giving stimulation

Projecting dying thirst

This knowledge is but vague

This answer is then clear

This safety is not working

You must then reappear

There is no punctuation

There is no chapter two

No appeal of sentence

Yet so much new to do

If you loved me so much

Would I make it worth your while?

I’m smothered by your touch

I am bruised to have your style

In the rarest form, you’re pure

Most common in the leer

My knuckles are still bloody

From wanting to be here

My knuckles are still bloody

From wanting to be here

The aroma is still heady

From wanting to be near

My knuckles are still bloody

From wanting to be here

Wanting to be here

Wanting to be here

Wanting to be here

Aunt Walter has left home

Bobby doesn’t remember

Where he left his tractor

Aunt Walter wants attention

I’m losing my patience

Leave me alone, leave me alone

Crayons are melting

Teardrops are ice, spinning, spinning

Breath like an alley exhaust fan (J.P.)

Wanting to be here

Wanting to be here

Wanting to be here

In the rarest form, you’re pure

Most common in the leer

In the rarest form, you’re pure

Most common in the leer

In the rarest form, you’re pure

Most common in the leer