there's one crow left

this side of the ******

i'm the child with no socks and shoes

dancing delirious in a field of sunflowers

spinning in an industrial jungle

my arms wrapped around yours

like my hands on the monkey bars

the Indian magic wont heal this heart

can i drown in Valerian?

drunk on the missed sleep

your lips move at night

they spin tales of things long since past

i am the crow

singular

lonely

my broken oil drunk wings wont flap

you're crushing me

god the memories make me want to pull out my hair

the scars on your arm

speak volumes

i wish i could spin new ones

along my flesh

please my dear

lets not drag this out

lynch me quick

and i'll be the eternal child

in your grasp forever more

a secret romance

hidden in the back of my mind

deep in montauk...

god bless you my dear