Erasure

it’s a story about

a street named "Decision�?

lays open the skin

with its painful incision

erasure

it’s time to rest

erase your

complicated mess

a sharp dressed narcotic

that drips dark red

keeps you smiling

when you say it’s ok

it’s breaking me

with breathtaking ease

erasure

rub me out

erase your

panic anxiety

truth be told

I never liked her around

but she kept coming around between us

I can hear you

pioneer you

whisper near you

fire and virtue

got to keep a light burning all day

whatever

happened to

old-fashioned

face value

straight talking

went out with

June brides and fashion queens

it’s a story about a street named "Decision�?

lays open the skin with its painful incision

your words are guns

and they are loaded