Dagons Julia Pastrana
My love is like a hand grenade, a curled up waiting shock.
An explosion in the heart of me, when the ship devours the dock.
My lover is a hangman wearing a top hat, coat, and tux.
My love is like a chimney sweep, so kiss him once for luck.
My love is like a tourniquet that twists into a snake.
And wraps me up in bandages 'til my ribs begin to squeak.
The bang and the clank, the grin on him's more strange than I can say.
I'm afraid if I look into him he'll change me in some way.
My love has terrifying eyes and swallows up the fair.
My love cries like a fireworks, and dances with a bear.
