jezebel articulated and untitled

Jezebel,

you made me smile
every
time

you said you'd love me more.

and my life.

my smile.

   was worth a thousand words
      
            when you said Jezebel.




                  the beast was worth

                                    the chance

we took


                                              thousands

             of years ago.






                                I loved






                               you











                                                         Jezebel.



      and now


                    nothing ends
                                        nor begins.










         my windows carry more of a personality


                than the girl stuck inside
                            this piece of
                                 shit
                                    body.





                     you know               I                                     do      not                             care.

juggling the men et une légère réaction

she lowers
ses yeux.

juggle
les hommes.

nonpartisan,
ils sont ses jouets.

she wants
aimer de nouveau.

she tries,
encore rendre croit.




Que faire?....



... What to do ? 

i looked at you once, i kissed you once, and it all ended at once.

start with a                       *clink*

     which sparked a                           *wink*

              and ended with a                                       *zinc*






                                        je ne te regarde pas.




for you spelt my milk                                           and drank it too.



                     


                                      je ne vais pas pardonner.










so what started with that unbearable                      *clink*

   will never again deserve a                                                      *wink*

         i only hope to drown you in                                                                   *zinc*

close, open, et regarder.

where do your eyes
wander
when thin flaps of skin
cover them with little shield?

I know you can still
see
the image of light.

can you see
your mind

or

me?

do you remember
what I look like?

how my dress
fit
tightly

and the bump of
my ass
?

do you care?
do I care?

and when you let-up
the thin flaps

where will your eyes
wander?

to the corner bar,
the girl standing by the ledge
smoking a cigarette
wearing those
shortest of shorts
and the tiniest amount of fabric
over her breasts?

or will they
wander
to the trees.
or the sky.

or toward me.

?

either way, I care not.

I just want the satisfaction
of wandering eyes.