faster disaster

and nothing you can say
makes it go any better
and whatever you expected
falls to one side or the other
of disaster
as you skirt the edge
you skirt the edge
to get there that much faster
you're flirting with
you want to kiss
disaster on the lips
and this is everything,
pretty much
that you'd predict
when cutting up
you left them left and right
in stitches, now they're healing up
cuts with soothing creams, strings
clipped and pulled, touching
shiny pink seams
as you skirt the edge
you skirt the edge
to get to what you were after
you're flirting with
you want to kiss
disaster on the lips
and plaster hardened casts
on tender limbs
for autographs
of pseudonyms