Let it Go

I’ve gone feral ‘tween these four walls,
paper ladies caterwaul down the fire escape,
through yellowed drapes.
Think they hated you then,
with you lice and your vices.
You ain’t got a feather’s chance now.
On the chemical wind
blowing over Olympic back down again
to the bodies on the street.
Tried to write you a line
but poetry’s only for the times
you can’t fuck or drink up, or drink up.

Chorus
Let it go, baby.
What are you saving yourself for anyway?

Love me ‘tween these four walls
if only in portions.
We’re drinking again
through fights and abortions
my lonely love, come sit on the floor.
You’re the only one left
who still thinks that I’m funny.
These words are so worthless.

You can’t keep the rats outside.
We’ll dance to the horror.

Chorus