buzzkill

her best friend suggests that maybe she talk to someone
you know
like a therapist
the weight of her grey
is just getting everyone
so down
so why don't you take it elsewhere,
sister
get your head on straight
don't bring me down
yea, don't bring me down
(*)
i think cinderella stories
set
an impossible precedent
'cause once charming has done all
he can do
for the ego and the libido
the grass
across the way
in the pastures of
prince financial security
inevitably adopt
an indominable shade of green
***
and charming's charms
they fade even as passion's flame
had
and he ages
his house all overgrown with ivy and
other crawlers
and children, these years later,
wont go near his doorstep
a mad scientist
a crazy mister strange
doctor frankenstien
arcane fabrications of twisted metal
odd machines, dancing
diodes
electrodes
bubbling beakers with thick wafts of nauseus gasses
cascading from the lip down the sides and
disappearing
***
then the peasants
some with torches
ran him through with pitchforks
and cinderella didn't remember his face
as his picture flashed
the incident recapped on the evening news
(*)
and her best friend sometimes wonders whatever became of her
saw each other
less and less
after that conversation that was more the product of
the previous night's bender
than anything more substantive
just a hangover
her eyes
the last night her best friend saw her
held nothing but she was cordial
in passing mentioned dallas
where she had family
supposed the desert was as good a place as any for her
hard to stay gray under so much sun
remembers the swimming hole when they were kids
in northern california
such still water
such still water
much less seemed to matter
they laughed and splashed and flung themselves from
the rope swing
momentarily disturbing the surface
such still water her best friend had to wonder
what was under the dirty sheets of
her dreams
had to think of something different
it was bringing her down