Golden Locks

Golden locks

Dripping, melting out of me

Golden showers

The waste products of the body:

Hair and fingernail

We sit in a worn tea room drinking worn tea

Chipped china, chipped china

“You just need to get laid” he says,

“Your eyes look dull, and the hair lifeless and torn”

My heart break, my hearts 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 is come from?”

The floor is old:

Wooden, old, worn,

All the walls creaking in the wind

Let’s steer this ship home

Golden showers, on a sea of

Golden showers.