between graceland and never
is a small door
growing up faster than you want,
dead,
into something better.
psychology-
keeping someone too close.
playing with guitar strings, without a loose chord.
love, to question the dream
and never find another
somewhere in destiny, or between eventual and alternate realities.

If pain is pleasure then I don't like it,
I'd rather see red than black.
Set sail on a tea party for double,
with you and the tooth fairy-
wondering which will serve the next dish.

You always smelled like
evergreen over winter,
But I'm tired of hoping for
dreams that aren't real,
Because on stormy nights like these,
tears might never fall,
Always sleeping in our beds
and hiding from the shadows
from this torch
dry and crumbling hearts,
to love another
subtle scent of peach
under a broken cast
keep me close.

Vampires
Draining their drink
fingertips, counting seeds
The apples on the trees
Like mount everest
and its peak
The ripples of your lips made shadows
You took me down faster than light
But how can I blame such a thirsty fiend
I should have known to see
before you got on top of me
It was hurting me inside
But you made rain
You said that word
More than you ever meant It

Orchids grow from
black holes without light
Crushed down into singularities
from the pressure of being the only stars that were never loved

As Ozzy once put it in his Black Sabbath song 'Children of the Grave'-
"you must be brave...
or you children of today (the world)
are the children of the grave..."
  
consider me burnt
the embers of the sky
an ashtray in your heart
the curls of smoke behind your lips
the darkness in your eyes
the lightning in the clouds
the skeletons lost to time
a lonely corpse
left to rot

like the children of the light