The Lovers Reversed

I don’t know if i can, y’know, do this 

I can’t pray that we are star-crossed anymore,  

I think we’re just unlucky. 

The horseshoe flips, it can’t take being pounded,  

You laugh maniacally,  

A rusted grin.

I crawl back to the truck, red, corroded,  

Pick-up. Light an exsanguinated cigarette, 

Its cherry crackling to the tune of her tearing flesh.

The barn’s bones ache in the wind, I miss Blue Jean, 

Come on she’s still fresh,  

I don’t think I can,  

But I love you and I’m still hungry. 

Can’t we just get a cherry pie or somethin’?