Urban Fairytale

Well it's raining razorblades
and your fingernails are black
and the moon is just holding up the sky.
The newsboys have broken pens
and the ice men are a myth
and you want to just curl up and die.
Roll the bones until they break
and her heart is in a wreck
the stores have all closed until the thaw.
You can duke it out with Bill
until you both have crimson teeth
but you'll wind up with a broken jaw.
The lawyers plead the fifth
and the Jack is running dry
let's fire one up for old time's sake.
Rainbows, dreams and Cadillacs
all have that new car sheen
until the tires bald and the grill breaks.

Well things are pretty insane
when you can't buy a stupid grin
and the old band beats to a brand new drum.
Hold the girl with the black hair;
kiss her until her knees give out
wear that band of steel around your thumb.
Down at the Goats head Inn
they're calling for last round
and a drunken chorus echoes 'cross the lawn
The alley cats are  almost sleeping
and Miss Margo blows her boss
knows where that bonus check  is coming from.
Put a church key in my pocket
save the last dance for me
and I'll kiss you where your lines intersect.
Snake bite the poisoned apple
Snow White is waking soon
and the whores like carneys bark for cheaper sex.

Downtown Mike is getting weary
and this job it don't pay shit
he shakes his head with this newfound need.
Sell those old baseball cards
and a couple of pints of blood
for now he's got a family he must feed.
Mother May-Eye's praying hard
for sister Lynn's lost soul.
As Father Brown eyes her cleavage groove.
For even a man of the cloth
has certain cold, dark needs
after the service he'll make a fatal move.
It sucks to be on welfare
and the pretty babies cry
just the same as the forlorn, ugly ones.
Downtown Mike has had enough
drowns away all his fears
with a black bottle that works just like a gun.

The ghosts of Bethany at Quinn
still haunt the old, dead church
Where the wicker boys light off cherry bombs.
There's a train wreck in the north
and a paycheck in a ditch
and a teardrop for all the childless moms.
The actors at the Wilcox
are flubbing all their lines
But Julip is the fading star who shines.
Still got that old photograph
dog-eared from her youth
reminds her of when Fat Frankie died.
Little Desmond's tombstone reads
"a good, but screwed up kid"
and the Mackenzie brothers are both doing time.
Jimmy T is working now
at the gas station on fifth
Molly Hucklebee is a lady of the night.

There's a black widow in the parlor
chatting with a Mama bear
talking about poets from their past.
I walk in and they don't recognize
so I turn and walk back out
before the door hits me squarely in the ass.
Tell me do you love at all?
Came the mime's silent scream
as the hucksters crowd around him on the street.
If you bring your broken locket
I'll produce the other half
and all that is busted will be complete.
Twirl a Mary on your arm
as Veronica looks on hard
the best girl will win the naughty boy.
The midway games in full swing
a cacophony of lights.
I'll just play with these new discarded toys.

So come and grace my tombstone
with your chisel of true love
pound something out that will make me laugh.
My soul's final request
If I may be so goddamned bold
is for a short, memorable epitaph.
Soothe me with your wind song
enchant me with your smile.
Come mold something out of old concrete.
Make it last forever
Make the demon spew shoot wide
and I'll pick you up off of the oily street.
When I'm dead and gone
please read my words out loud.
Carry them with you if you can make them soar.
Unzip my skin of flesh
and climb right inside
and be one with me forevermore.

 copyright2008 j raymond davis aka wordmachinist