when a bluebird lands on a chinese orchid
and oranges roll through your historic country mind
and everything beautiful is seen in nuclear battlefields
i loosen my grip on the ladle of conception
and a speck of dust lands on a bed and explodes
one million diamonds rain from a cave on a fictional island
my mother is crying next to homeless men but for different reasons
the blade of a hunting knife sinks steadily into my temple
the hand of my killer is seized and returned to its owner
all guests of the gala evaporate through the walls
and street lamps click off for the morning sun
a child runs into the black void of his mothers warm embrace
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
when a bluebird lands on a chinese orchid
and oranges roll through your historic country mind
and everything beautiful is seen in nuclear battlefields
i loosen my grip on the ladle of conception
and a speck of dust lands on a bed and explodes
one million diamonds rain from a cave on a fictional island
my mother is crying next to homeless men but for different reasons
the blade of a hunting knife sinks steadily into my temple
the hand of my killer is seized and returned to its owner
all guests of the gala evaporate through the walls
and street lamps click off for the morning sun
a child runs into the black void of his mothers warm embrace
