Chokebore Cleaner
She died during a thunderstorm, on the darkest morning in
years, and I was ruined and undone and left raining like
a leaf.
It was fourteen degrees below on a screeching March 23.
Don't look me in the eyes now, there ain't nothing in
there to see.
Jet black, slick and wide and glued to the walls.
Last night the whole of hell came down to bathe and dine
with us and I met the strangest woman with skin that
smelled like rust.
She said "I've been in a crowd of thousands and each one
had eyes like you.
Yes, I've been in front of millions and they all had eyes
like you.
Jet black, slick and wide and glued to the walls."