Bob Tilton A Song About Killing
Now you've got blood on those lips
and a crack in that smile.
Broken drum keep beating,
smoothest skin take the weight.
Stolen kisses soon grow bitter
and petty thieves still find their tears.
But didn't bury the body deep enough.
The clown paints himself a smile and makes a fist
while children laugh to watch the lady sawn in two,
yea, clean in two.
(And a cotton-candy circus ring plays host to beauty
spoiled.)
Throw your last word on the fire,
try and stay warm
Tongue tied killer, chalk white around blood red hearts
with every stumbling confession.
Maybe the smoothest skin will take the weight.
Murderer!
I am the tongue tied killer.
