There were many men with ponytails and
Tank-tops at her funeral
Some of them with
Cocaine fingernails
She lived in and out of the Pheromone rooms
All of the gigolos
And all of the beer-bellies
Mustachioed lotharios
And trashy wholesale doctors
They wanted her smile
To be only for them
But she was his
And they also, were not alone
Afraid to be alone back home with the stranger
And her cemetery complexions
All were wild and bouncy
And in shame
Once the buzz wears thin
But she made them forget the digging graves
With her fancy hellos
While they were just a wrong decision
Away from jail-bars
She could always go home
But once home was their loneliness
Maybe, he and his goat beard
Made her hide inside
Reading to herself, crying
While he is out with the girls on the boat
He wasn’t there once she got sick
He was under the roofs of neon lights
And dancing faeries
Dollars falling from the holes in his pants pockets
And then she was gone
Hung down like a prized ornament
Blame that on the moon,
Maybe blame it on the town
Maybe blame it on some twisted shit
In the veins of motion
Circling around the pheromone room
