Taking his time,
bathing in the blue smoke,
memories whirling and
eddying in the grey wrinkles,
his brow furrows.
All being one, he searches deep
She rushes from
one errand to another,
living to serve,
dying to love.
Sighing, often
Her calculations
demand symmetry;
feelings
just don't add up
and lonely men
wait in grey shadows
on the fringe.
Random elements
It's a twisted pile of flesh
for some
while others
only get to **** the
swollen ****
or get stuck
being the fifth wheel
on a broken cart.
It's what they want
He remembers the smell
of Texas flowers
shining through his
deep Nothing
and knows he is
too far from home.
Sugar...
Tasting the pale one,
with her bugs and
her dead things
living under her
milky skin
and pretty dresses,
is still his
favorite sin
because she is
the only one
that can keep
him warm in her
sweaty folds
and wet sheets.
Bury me in your sweet blood
At the train station,
he sees her in
a sundress while
the sun and moon
both die
according to prophecy.
See you there, darling
You can make it seem
just like home
if you listen to
the night because
all we need
is waiting for us,
somewhere.
Somewhere
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
Taking his time,
bathing in the blue smoke,
memories whirling and
eddying in the grey wrinkles,
his brow furrows.
All being one, he searches deep
She rushes from
one errand to another,
living to serve,
dying to love.
Sighing, often
Her calculations
demand symmetry;
feelings
just don't add up
and lonely men
wait in grey shadows
on the fringe.
Random elements
It's a twisted pile of flesh
for some
while others
only get to **** the
swollen ****
or get stuck
being the fifth wheel
on a broken cart.
It's what they want
He remembers the smell
of Texas flowers
shining through his
deep Nothing
and knows he is
too far from home.
Sugar...
Tasting the pale one,
with her bugs and
her dead things
living under her
milky skin
and pretty dresses,
is still his
favorite sin
because she is
the only one
that can keep
him warm in her
sweaty folds
and wet sheets.
Bury me in your sweet blood
At the train station,
he sees her in
a sundress while
the sun and moon
both die
according to prophecy.
See you there, darling
You can make it seem
just like home
if you listen to
the night because
all we need
is waiting for us,
somewhere.
Somewhere
