by the way
the girl in fake pearls said
she wants you crucified in bed

butterfly winks
pour your drinks
to the end and nothing more
pour your drinks
to the end and nothing more
baring arms to bleed

smile and blend
their red tape lips coil out
their moths shine teeth
their babies pout
blue blood

butterfly wings
pull your strings
to the edge of edgeless shores
pour your drinks
to the end and nothing more
wearing their smoke rings
ends and nothing more
baring arms to bleed

all out to sea
waving, breathing
all i can see
sails