The Latter Days - Frontier Ruckus

The Latter Days - Frontier Ruckus
My family does own some land
Where the river is wide
At night I see my memories
Dimly dying on the other side
I know that I am now
All bitterness and tart
Anatomy to me is a homesick
Stomach and a broken heart
You rest-stops in the midnight
Are like friends I've worn to bone
I only notice that you're glowing
When I'm feeling so ever alone
Drunken with the children
Now too many times to complain
Trustful was the mouth I turned
Into a lustful sopping hole and
Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain
The Latter-Days are harder
Than I ever could've known
Come back to retrieve me
Sometime soon
If the Latter-Days are ending
Then I hope I'm ending too
And buried someplace where
Your breath tastes new to me and
Always blowing
So my body's bent and bowing
Deep into the day's ending in summer
The Latter-Days are always panting like a
Second-Comer
All the fleshy statues of
The city-square goodbyes
Are flinging smoothe-skin
Trinities and nakedness
Up into my eyes
Naked swan-necked girls
Your arching backs into the sun
The highway ditch's
Black clouds split the median and
Breathing in of all
The ribs of every bathing one
And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and
Oh how you all gleam
Mindlessly bright where you're wet in
Your eye-lashing fluid-splashing
Rapid-flashing
Canal-bleaching dream
For me
For me
For me
For me