Eunuch Blues

The die is cast
I crossed the Rubicon into your room
As three European Robins swoon
Still wearing my slip-on dress shoes
That's how you know you got the
'My Penis Fell Off' Blues

I don't like it when you touch me
Though it's all I ever wanted
Consciousness clarified in pain
It's the curse of a Tuesday
I wake up with a headache, go back to sleep
Subspace warms by the third degree

It was a couple months ago
But I'd like to let you know that
Since that night there's been a chill in my marrow
Yes, it's pathetic, and oddly romantic
Sweet little damsel
And fuck me it seems
That I'm an Old World Sparrow

I build a nest of glances, brushes on the thigh, your laughter
And the reapplying of lipstick on an hourly basis
Turning around while you undress

Oh and you might call me a Eunuch
A dog walking into a dark tavern who says
"I'll open the door"