Translation of
Red faced misfortune
A tune for the muse
Who rests *** less yet
Smiling with satisfaction

A sad old feeling
Of realizations & regrets

Halloween wrinkles Her nose
And the grass turns brown as
The sun slowly starts to burn out

Locket of love
Golden hanging replica
Of truth & of lies
A tie painted by a ring
A kiss where behind
Lays the knife

Burn the pages
Memorize the words
Turn of the century
These wounds are turning green
Trademarked & sworn

Leaflets of one's
Own devices
A pressure cooker
Of a lover
Tonight eyes glance
Left to right
Nigh up & down

"So your the one
They keep talking about..."

Each minute presses on from
The palms of her hands
As the wax brown & purple wooden
Floor caked with bad dreams
Speculates no longer sober
While animals dressed in winged cobra suits
Rest inside the house made of faceless poker cards

Resting willow
Eyes in half slant
Blankets pulled up to the ears
She speaks of animals lost
A tarot card terror
Death & memories