Miss Appropriation

i’m quick to ask for grace
but i’m not a good forgiver,
the bridges hiss behind me
as they smolder in the river

feeling like i stole a life
so good it makes me shiver,
you can have my heart, my dear,
i’ll trade you for a liver

the silence here is ominous,
the eye inside the twister
that rips apart the trailer park
i built the day i kissed her

i’m quick to ask for honesty
but low enough to slither,
piss drunk in your cellar
as my thirsty vineyards whither

god came down and wrote my name
across the little dipper
and so i kissed him on the cheek
and punched him in the zipper

the silence here is ominous,
a dandelion whisper,
holding all I couldn’t say
that caught a breeze and missed her

i’m quick to ask for boundless love
but i’m no good to give it -
cocksure and wise, i proselytize,
too goddamn dumb to live it.