My lover dances on my lips with a crimson kiss
Sharp as a razor, it cuts through my mind
And burrows deep inside, whispering words
In the tones of her voice
Deep in my mind.

My lover envelopes me in understanding
The paradise canopy I shouldn't expect
But once grown around, I see where I am:
A place in her heart
She's tended so dearly.

My lover is a patient woman--
She should tap her foot to the beat of my heart!
And give ultimatums, but no
She waits.

Crazy lady with her hair all over the world,
You strangle and cut
Caress and make lovers, warriors
Songwriters and toilers.

I retreated, holding onto one thick strand
Of your crazy, crazy hair.
Oh, I remember how it was
All pent up on myself
Letting locks roll over
With crude musings falling from my blistering head.

I'll unball my selfish body seeking no promise
Because your hair is so fascinating.
It played me like a violin--
Do I hesitate symphonic love
With the thought of a snapping string?

I'll pull my bow across one hair
That passes through the open air
And then another, what a time
To carve out truth with melody.

she's got amplifiers
the return investment
the few focused phases i could take
and crack a money pinata.

social hierarchy
mechanics i possess
i see what happens
when i obsess
and when i undress.

she's got crazy cities
slums and starvings
unheeded code of conduct
and weathered paladins

i am one of those spillovers
but i could congeal and correct it
they judge me falsely all the time
so what might i assert?

I have learned to wax my apples,
A simpering salesman
Awaiting your final visit.

Business could always boom,
But I just hate waxing apples--
I leave them naked by the bushel.

Visited hollows refract in the mind
Setting their waves with available light
And my various limbs find suitable places--
I can't tell you what this means.

And what I am protracts with time
I cannot change these things of mine
My various limbs find suitable places--
I make echos with each cavern.

I make echoes with each cavern,

I make echoes with each cavern.

I make echoes with each cavern,

I can't tell you what it means.

How blind was the man who thrashed his dreams?
How wrong was the law to lock him away?

How many rocks does it take
To break
An electric sign
At a train station?

How sad should we be that the dreams decayed
Locked in a cell for days and days
Now days pass by on nerves too numb
And guitars gather dust
Past the 25th year

And drinks will make these pale worms clear
As potential dies,
Each moment sears

The springtime asked me to touch her soft petals,
I gushed with pleasure to be such a lucky soul
We shared the kinds of secrets you only tell your love
Then laid under the sky
And thought about what life was

The sky was heavy
But we were strong enough to swim in it
We were born to a fortune
With strange types of currency

Yes, I love your body as you swim
You can count on mine
To pull yours in