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.