I've Got My Mary Janes On Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

He wants to marry me tomorrow.
I hope tomorrow never comes.
I want to marry the moon
and have a nightly orgy with the stars.

He's gonna give me the kiss of empty promises.
I hope my lips fall off tonight.
I want to kiss the bark of a tree
and catch the crunch of death in my hands.

He's gonna put an apron on me and tie it tight.
I hope his taste buds hit the road tonight.
I want to sleep in the oven
because I just burn in the bed.

He wants my knees to bend to the bells.
I hope there's rhythm in Hell.
He wants to force faith on me tomorrow.
I hope tomorrow never comes.

But the day does come
and I've got my Mary Janes on.
He's wearing a bulletproof vest
and a watercolor smile that's running.

There's a cheerleader in my nightmares
with broken arms and she's cheering us on...



(©CaseyReneeKiser2005)