Today’s Iconoclast

Today’s iconoclast The feeling never lasts It’s not hard to tell That you’re not doing well. Your smile down the hill I ran to meet you there We gave blood to our fantasies: We play fuck, kill, marry. A fresh addiction Comes with the discipline Hate’s the noise of sorrow, I read it in the Amazon Basics Bible. Today’s Iconoclast It’s nothing serious But it’s not hard to tell When you’re not doing well. I saw your wings get clipped It’s a bloodbath But you could call it what you’d like. Spit smacks on porcelain Mary down the drain The beating of a white wing. The beating of a white wing.