Twenty Moons

Why are people more
Interested in how
A building reaches to the sky
Than it touches the ground?
She is always lookin' up
As I pull concrete from my teeth
And in exchange of complication
If I lose her where will I be?
Her twenty moons
Eludes me in my time of need
Her twenty moons
Eludes me
Bells and hammers are rarely friends
But my promises stand tall
And are here with me
And are here with me
The fly’s will feed on corpses
As do the frogs on them
And the mosaic of broken bottles
Lodged in my neck
Bleeds conveniently