Holding hands with a demon,
Chain smoking in his shoes.
Keeps me human.
The Devil argued with me,
Over the relevancy
Of taste.
I stayed breathing.
But when I
Skip with the seraphim,
I feel darkness creeping in,
I'm done for.

I want to be loved.
But who would love me?
I'm not a rock
Or a goddess
Or seraphim or angel dust or light.
I can't lift drooping eyelids
Or cause sandstorms
All without a breath.
I have no interest
In picture frames,
Or watery exit gala moonlight.
I long to smoke with the devil
And teach the soulless to waltz.
I want to sing with daffodils
And tease their sweet bees.
I need to know what I'm creating,
And be exactly that.
Why is that so difficult?
Why,
Oh, why?
Am I not beautiful?
Don't I have eyelids?
A soul beats within me,
Tired and useless.
You're all I ask for,
My prayer in the cigarette prison cell.
But you need someone who won't love the thieves,
And chuckle at misery.
You need
A goddess.
Oh, me.

What makes you sad my darling?
Oh, everything.
The nightclubs are broken,
The fifties have ended.
My friends are all ghosts
Who’s lives just upended.
I was in love with a girl
She’s frozen in time.
I was in love with a world,
That will never be mine.

What makes you cry my lovely?
Oh, everything.
The war’s taking over
My mind and my heart.
I’m still young in my body
But not in my parts.
I can’t contact you,
Though you haunt me.
Every dream about you.
Just leave me be.

But then I’ll see,
I’ll see everything
Through the lens I’ve been given.
And I’ll stare at,
At pure everything,
And I’ll know I’m just living.

And I want what everybody wants.
To be someone else.

You’re reoccurring in my eyelids
You’re pirouetting on my dreams
You’re caressing all my knowledge
You’re true to the underlings.

Let me touch your spiny stars
Let me pledge my true intent
Let me drip into your slow pores
Let me drink up all your scent

Death cannot contain us
Love will not berate us
We’re more than this life has to offer

Please keep your lashes black
Please kiss my favorite mark
Don’t let them cut you open
Don’t let them play you dark

Open eyes and scarring minds
Dancing through my overdrive
Keep the fingers playing truly
Keep your heartstrings tied unruly

Strange gurgles and open wounds
Flashing upon closed door rooms
Heads abound and masters reel
As you feel exactly what I feel

Mix up our sickness
You’re dying of quickness
Clockwork like mind
I never could find

Find all my freedoms
Alight my true colors
Burn my intentions
Disconnect oh my brothers.

When the images collide
In a swirling dark lovely heaven
That’s when
I’ll really be able to see you.

You’re filled brimming with flowers
And choked lyrical flow
For a girl that doesn’t exist
Are you sure?

She can’t cut you with her fingers
Like you sang about off key
She won’t float through your photographs
Like I’d hope to.

Born in a bottle rocket
Couldn’t quite describe her.
But she was.
She had to be born somewhere.

Sitting in a soda fountain at the edge of the world.
Her in her nightgown
You with your two heads.
Don’t spill your malt into the abyss, dears.

The girl in the moon is grinning down at you
While licking her white lily chops.
She’d gobble your songs if you’d let her.
Floating up like cigarette smoke.

I hate the Space Around the Stars.
He’s like soft cold stumbling love.
He pierces my mind and pours me out onto the sidewalk.
He falls in jigsaw into my conversation.
He’s impatient and leaves me without words.
He runs away and leaves me with nothing,
Except the stars themselves.
And what are those?
Are those any better than the Space?
Balanced and kind, they wait.
Oh, sure, they wait.
They wait for destiny.
And for help to come without them asking.
Well? Has it arrived, oh dripping starlight?
Your taxi cab to a new life, oh starlight?
Is that any better than leaving me?
Waiting to leave me?
No, it’s not. No.