Use Me Up

"'with a match that's mean and some gasoline...."" neutral milk hotel

with my crimson arms around you

and flowers in my hands

for the pretty girls around me

all the love that life has staged

in a wishing well a penny goes

on the wishful wish of grace

on the ridge of serendipity

with my arms outstretched

with something there to grasp?

                        "with a match that's mean and some gasoline

                                     you won't see me anymore" Jeff Mangum

descending

from in the middle starts the end

the halos burn

into greying flesh

morose we dye our sky

greenish blackish clover

      dead flesh

the dying before the ending

"with a match that's mean and some gasoline....."

Jeff Mangum

Author's Note

I should try harder at writing... for real. This whole poem is a rip off.