Macintosh

By Bernanation, The Verisificator

The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead
Reanimated for the resurrection
let the red flow
in tear tracks down your tan and tired cheeks.

The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead
whose nerve endings flair when he is near
and animate the limbs
rising from rest to roam reality.

The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead
her eyes never close on the sunset
and her lids never open for the rise
that he gets out of hurting her.

The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead
tells her he loves her and melts away
leaves her supine and surprised in the melted clay
buried dead in foreign soil.

The man in the macintosh loves a lady who is dead
takes away her bell cord
cause she ain’t a dead ringer
for the easy fools he’s killed before.