The calligraphy of the amputee Is a sketch of you holding me July's four thighs engaging eyes Vacancies of dynamite Lured you in I've got you whole So you can feel me half alone The other half's an old has-been An anti-hero Errol Flynn Pretty things The serenity of passivity A horror like evil's banality Pretty things An awkward square is on the floor To touch a nerve so honestly Pretty things ain't me The serenity of passivity A horror like evil's banality Moons cocoons and Claire de Lune Unrequited telling tune Lured you in there's nothing to hold No hand to reach no want to hold The other boy is still in me An amputee's calligraphy Pretty things When passion and kisses No more And oh no more is all that's left To once again second guess The other boy is really me Pretty things