golden locks
(melting, dripping out of me)
golden showers
the waste products of the body
hair and fingernails
we sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea, tea with lemon
chipped china, chipped china
"you just need to get laid" he says
"your eyes look dull, and the hair lifeless and torn"
my heart breaks, my heart breaks, and my mouth breaks
and opens like a clam
I say nothing, but this is the day when pearls start growing
underneath my fingernails, like under ice, frozen
I can almost hear something
and in the night my hair slowly melts to piss
slowly, lock by lock
a golden shower
the body remembers
in a distant memory
I have hair all the way down to the ground
probably because I'm lying on the bathroom floor
but I imagine it is fastened there
to the floor boards
and I think to myself
"this is where I come from"
the floor is old
wooden, old, worn
and the walls creaking in the wind
let's steer this ship home
golden showers
on a sea, on a sea of
golden showers