Location of the Disappeards

two-oh-six
bones, oh,
i hunt to gather them all:
counting.

counting like you used to.
white coated, white grinned, white walled, white marrowed:
you got to kissin on my riblets,
and then you fell in love with her,
Charalyze,
oh-five on the right side.
you told me she tasted like the wint-o-green,
and since my bite could not reach
you let me try you.
i'd pretend to catch a flake of mint off your back teeth.

we had em all named,
sorta like bitty white babies,
one-six babies, oh,
bone babies, rib babies, our babies.
i love you and you love them mister,
and that's just quite enough.

my favorite were the femurs though,
cos they're so hard to find from the outside, to feel from the outside.
you'd get me to kickin til my socks flew off:
white 'n grey para-chutes blasting to the floor.
they didn't make noise,
or may-be we just didn't notice.

i take em off and throw em myself:
grey 'n white bombs littering the floor.
i can't hear anything over the sound of your,

your neck cracking, your eyes shutting, your skin bluing,

your blood dripping into me,

your blood dripping into me,

your blood dripping into me.












^{if you loved me you would have let me die}