The Vultures Pretty Little Lovebird Poem by Jacob Underwood

A nest of bones and boards holds me down
Creaking in my hollow head echoing is endless
I pull my ribs out to tie the endeavour
I'd love to sit and stay a while with you
Live in my bones and maybe you'll love me too

Please I'm begging you don't leave me for a valentine's crown
You won't leave this nest else you'll be dusty and restless
Let my marrow sooth you as your thoughts are dysmature
As vultures are the same as dove but our love will make it through
We will share the same boards locking our necks in two

So I'll be your feather to comfort you when I bite I'll be your bedgown
To wrap around you so tight I'll be your bear trapped mistress
That you can throw around how ever you like I'll let you in and make you secure
So we'll never leave we'll never have to know how the world makes it in coup
You just have to love me and bathe with me in my marrow and goo

We can blood eagle each other and we'll take our bones downtown
Only to dance in flower stores and leaves our bones as gift in practice
Sure desperation taints me but it will soon taint you too as you will be a cure
As you will fix my heart patch it just to rip it off and bleed to all of my clots in blue
But now with swarms of wasps aching my eyes I won't believe anything to be true