We met during a meteor shower
at a party on Cloud Nine
And we were high, high, high
out of our minds
Drinking the Elixir of Life
From Vampire bartenders
The bumble bee of time
whose sting is reality
And idealism is a crime
You were trying to plant trees
with seeds inside rain drops
Like Redwoods and Populus tremuloides
I think your father was a giraffe made out of sticks from the Swahili language
by the carpenter that is your mother
Who you look like
I wonder what you would carve from the
wood of your harvest
A Wife like the Blue Fairy?
But you only saw in colors of green
With absinthe stuck in your teeth
you wear windchimes and windmills like earrings
and hummingbirds nesting in your ears
Your blood is honeysuckle
You caught me a Shooting Star,
Calling me Eyelashes and Pretty dresses
I like it best when the stars fall,
sizzle sizzle pop Like the beginning of time
and water fighting for its Life
I asked you, "Have you ever cut down a tree?"
Pause button lingers on your lips
"What does that feel like?" I ask.
Your reply, "Hot, like the burn on your chest from the sword you made for the King of Aliens."
"He was just an Ex boyfriend" I reply.
You continue your work, eyeing as ghosts
linger like houseguests on my shoulder pads
Pretending to be my consciousness
I put my morals in the recycling bin last week.
And threw my soul into a Wishing Well.
You said you were going deep sea memory diving.
Amnesia a Past time, last time, previous life girlfriend you had
Who cheated on you with Reincarnation
You say that's why the dinosaurs
are extinct
I ask you if you need a ride home in my Time Machine.
It's made out of cardboard and childhood memories.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
We met during a meteor shower
at a party on Cloud Nine
And we were high, high, high
out of our minds
Drinking the Elixir of Life
From Vampire bartenders
The bumble bee of time
whose sting is reality
And idealism is a crime
You were trying to plant trees
with seeds inside rain drops
Like Redwoods and Populus tremuloides
I think your father was a giraffe made out of sticks from the Swahili language
by the carpenter that is your mother
Who you look like
I wonder what you would carve from the
wood of your harvest
A Wife like the Blue Fairy?
But you only saw in colors of green
With absinthe stuck in your teeth
you wear windchimes and windmills like earrings
and hummingbirds nesting in your ears
Your blood is honeysuckle
You caught me a Shooting Star,
Calling me Eyelashes and Pretty dresses
I like it best when the stars fall,
sizzle sizzle pop Like the beginning of time
and water fighting for its Life
I asked you, "Have you ever cut down a tree?"
Pause button lingers on your lips
"What does that feel like?" I ask.
Your reply, "Hot, like the burn on your chest from the sword you made for the King of Aliens."
"He was just an Ex boyfriend" I reply.
You continue your work, eyeing as ghosts
linger like houseguests on my shoulder pads
Pretending to be my consciousness
I put my morals in the recycling bin last week.
And threw my soul into a Wishing Well.
You said you were going deep sea memory diving.
Amnesia a Past time, last time, previous life girlfriend you had
Who cheated on you with Reincarnation
You say that's why the dinosaurs
are extinct
I ask you if you need a ride home in my Time Machine.
It's made out of cardboard and childhood memories.
