He been doing this for helluva long time,
He been round filthy town
again, again
He seen all, he know nothing,
He try to die
(he try too hard)
he want to be someone else
(want to explode)
he been kicking paint cans
onto stale breadbrick wall
Dip his feet into umber
Stomp, stomp muddy trail across my heart

He,
The boy who be kicking paint cans
All over breadbrick white walls

He been loving too hard
He been trying to be someone else
(he cannot forget where he been)
(he cannot forget who he seen)
M'boy, you cannot forget, you cannot forget,
He go round kicking paint cans
Over the girls
He say he want to woo them
(I say he want to rape them)
I can't speak from what he done
Kicking the paint cans
All over walls,
Slashing at windows
(wrists 'n' shoulderblades)
Where wing met backbone
Where jaw met chain

He,
The boy who be kicking paint cans
All over breadbrick white walls

He cut off his wings
To burn 'n' dance round in holy circle,
He strangled momma with his shoelace
(whipped from one boot)
He try to look up the girls skirts,
He try to look down the girls shirts.
He a dirty bastard, he a dirty boy,
He trail his paint all around town,
He slice bone and tear muscle
Boy, oh boy,
Who ya wanna be?
He swallowed his tongue
(ripped it out by hairy red root)
He painted his heart
(locked it away behind black black gate)
He gonna kill us all soon
Splash red on the walls
(kill us all, kill us all)

He,
The boy who be kicking paint cans
All over breadbrick white walls

Trying to pretend
That the stubs of his wings
Ain't there no more
Trying to pretend
That the shreds of his wings
Ain't there no more
(oh but you such a beautiful boy)

Trying to kill the angel that he once was

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COME OUT AND PLAY (ROMEO)
POEM NO.2 this is a seperate poem

There's something about you,
I should have seen you coming my way,
(Chewing grass and looking soft)
But I was too busy
(Trying to run away from the little girl I hated to be)
To come out at night and play.

Twirling a black orchid
(Snap off the head and eat it quick)
Childhood spilled all over the carpet
(don't cry over spilt milk, said momma)
Peeling back the petals of a bruised rose,
(Shred the leaves, drench the stalks)
Blood, spilt blood,
All over the carpet,
Momma!
He spilt my blood all over your nice new carpet,
(Hush child, that boy knows what he doin')

We were dancing in the fields of yellow grass,
You put your hands around my waist,
(pulled me in close)
I gasped, scared to come too close
(what if you were to disappear?)
I loved too hard, I hurt myself,
But when
you said those three words
(I didn't mean to say them back)
I meandered back home
Lost in the scent of the grass
(in the musk of your shirt)
(Which you took off for me to lie on)
Lost in the scent of the summer skies
Lost in the scent of the birds born new in their nests.

You wrapped me up in your shirt
(under the barren wasted skies)
I looked into your lash framed eyes
(melting into my shoes)
Wanted to melt into the ground
(so I wouldn't have to move again)
But, oh boy!
You had me right where you needed me
'cause you were all alone too,
And we made wishes under the stars,
To sing for the black and white, to always be together,
We kissed so hard
(lost in the taste of your lips)
Maybe I do love you, maybe I do,
Maybe I can't hide it from you
(can't hide it from myself)
But some things are better left unsaid.

There's something about you,
I should have seen you coming my way,
(Chewing grass and looking soft)
But I was too busy
(Trying to run away from the little girl I hated to be)
To come out at night and play.

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