Of Angels and Angles by The Decemberists

tempest

uncertain (billing)  of
the

first degree   /  i live
in the bizarre, post-diane arbus world

/   and  

i
play dress-up. they
say hello barbie

while

i bake breads and
wonder

(if anybody) ever  /  died of loneliness

like me.  oh

i die every day, pieces,
plastic hearts

and golden limbs

all splayed askew   /

while watchers stalk the
beauty

/

and i love you (but)

i'm too freaked out   to

say...