will hear no
quarter and think
of jimmy or
john instead of
yosemite and you
fist full of roses
fight in your teeth
ugly love
the water looks deep
our house was
unholy, a den
of spoiled seeds
sprayed with physical
graffiti mixed in
the kitchen sink
this fight smells like roses
there's ugly in your teeth
watery love
four fists, knee deep
being trampled under
feet after kashmir
kisses on your
sleeve was a
stairway to hell
with no railing
a dozen ugly roses
salt water drips towards my teeth
i wave an angry fist at love
but you fight back, dig deep
white petals wilted
on the flower
in my hair
the levees broken
and the black
dog don't care
the water filled with roses
as your fist hit my teeth
we were fighting for love
but the ugly got too deep
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