Twenty Moons - Grade

Why are people more

Interested in how

A building reaches to the sky

Than it touches the ground?

She is always lookin' up

As I pull concrete from my teeth

And in exchange of complication

If I lose her where will I be?

Her twenty moons

Eludes me in my time of need

Her twenty moons

Eludes me

Bells and hammers are rarely friends

But my promises stand tall

And are here with me

And are here with me

The fly’s will feed on corpses

As do the frogs on them

And the mosaic of broken bottles

Lodged in my neck

Bleeds conveniently