#sistine chaple

Your head is somewhere else

It’s floating above with all the other

Fat baby cupids just passing through

  Your head is somewhere else

And your body is below

Shoving trash down a hole

In it’s throat

  Your head is up in the sky

(Nothing romantic about it)

And it is a satellite

An astronaut watching screens

Watching commercials that never air

Watching earth and its own body

Waving their arms helplessly below

  Your head is a fruit bat hanging

Off the ceiling of the Sistine chapel

It hangs off god’s finger

(The famous suspended touch

To never quite touch)

And you know he will bury you one day

He will bury you under years

Of painted and re painted concrete

And thats how he will save you

Your body is a temple, sure

But if that’s true then 

your head is god

  Your head knows heaven

And your head knows hell

And your body knows only the repercussions

Of expecting that they are anything more

Than the pain, sex, and weight

You both feel together

  Your head is somewhere else

And your body is begging for mercy

It prays for a surgeon or a guide dog

To fill in the gap 

But all you can do is look down

In pity and feel sorry for it

All you can do is guide

This headless animal around

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