your hands mash the crumble cake
warmth fills the kitchen
hot butter strolls down my face
and rolls down my nose
dribbles down my chin
and spatters the floor
the lustrous linoleum
i cry tears of sugar
it tastes much too sweet
as they mix with my thoughts
and pour into the cracked bowl
the jaded green memory
my hands are matted with white
and caked with delight
but it's a less-than-pleasant mess
i've used too much
it called for just a teaspoon
I'm floating and falling
And sinking and sailing
Can anyone save me?
Prevent me from flailing?
I'm shooting and missing
And running and tripping
Can anyone help me?
Stop my feet from slipping?
I'm wishing and hoping
And wanting and praying
Can anyone see me?
Hear the words I'm saying?
i sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe
Your words put out my passionate fire
You ignore my calls of lust
Your breath ***** in all thoughts of desire
And I'm left breathing in our love of dust.
I used to think you felt the same
But the dust now hardens to rock
Now I'm a broken, burning flame
And time is ticking on the clock.
You write me letters of your love
But it's full of lime and sour
I pray to heaven's hope above
That we can last just another hour.
But time is up, and so are we
The fire has reduced to ash
The smoke has cleared and it's easy to see
That you left me with an incurable ****.
back then when you broke my heart
i cracked and shattered and fell apart
but i should have known right from the start
'cause i'm a mess and you're a work of art.
OUR WORDS WILL RUSH WITH LIQUID LIGHT
A SILVER STREAM THAT SMOLDERS NIGHT