My mother says I think like a forty year old. I don't know what that means.
And the wind did shake the dust
In preparation for the rain
To wash away the dirt.
No one asked any questions,
And no one stared at the Earth-
Tip your glass o' worry down the drain.|
Watch it siphon out,
Leaving emptiness behind.
It's time to do your dishes,
If I but could see
Through the eyes of a lover,
Cause the world is sickening,
Thoughts cloud my mind.
She sits there smilin'
Stand at my door,
Young succubus.
Give me the passion of a whore.
Drench me in your bliss.
Addle my silly mind,
Let all good men see
the small dogs they used to be
' Sea swallow them up
' Clouds come together.
Have you got a knife?
Hell yeah I've got a knife
Give it here-
Need to cut me a slice of strife.
Everlasting, have at-
Another day has gone.
Churned into dust,
Living out life
Like the milling of hours.
You know Change
The sky is a very pretty sight What a frightful task
But it often goes to show All the parts of me must rearrange
How easy it is to miss other methods of delight. To form a new mask
Sing me a song
For I love the sound of your voice
A crisp-gold
Notes, a string of memories
Blinding flashings back-,
It lies beneath the sands
That glide across the
Glass that we call time.-
Transparent, yet there.
This is for the rainy days.
The heavy days,
Blanketed under a dark silver sky.
This is an image of
Out the window
(Speckled glass)
Lives being lived
(I'm sitting on my ass)
People were dancing
while others would sing,
In the midst of the action,
Church bells would ting
One of us will never see,
True light by essence of purity,
Ever once more
The contamination of one of us,
Has taken, has blinded
Cars
I chase cars
Those passing lights
Such short glimpses.
