Parts one

Post apacolyptic poe, junk yard weaver,
An overly verbose Dr. Frankenstein
Searching by sent of rubble and soot.
These are my makings for a mark I leave
After the fact.

Share with me an explosion
By word or memory, the epicenter of creation.
We don't recycle, we get inspired.
Black tape and screams has a feeling of home.
We shared so much in those few hours
As though only we existed and the world outside
Was just a noise you'd fall asleep to.

Take me back to where monsters draw sparks from
The springs beneath your bed and we chose dust over dawn.
Could we smell each others asses and find out where we're at?
Let's climb into each others flesh and
Make faces behind each others eyes,
A kind of alice in wonderland patty cake.
It's all ok as long as you love me.

I chose you because your parts still twitch with life
Even after midnight trains and summer heat.