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around my head like a halo, using a pick to project my cosmic crown upwards and outwards.
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I feel kind of guilty
for lyring in your bed
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The entire world
Is snow covered and glittering
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Grrrl, you are plaguing my thoughts
like a conscience
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And I'm keeping you
locked in a velvet pouch
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I find you
in acoustic melodies
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The days, the weeks
they go by so fast
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You were so close
that I could hear the ebb and flow
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You are
made of the tingling
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When we turn out the lights
you move up to me and run your fingers up my thighs
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I remember you as you were in the August heat
You were the tight jeans and the spiked soft bangs
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Yesterday
I went to a concert just to push up
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You were tall
like a sunflower
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When I think of you, grrrl
It is like opening an old scroll
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If you really knew me
you would know that my entire life
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I'd call you baby
but you're full grown
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And I said
"I love you, dont worry,
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And I remember in my youth / when summer still meant freedom / and the sunset on the last day of school / was like the beginning of something magical. / Now all summer means to me / is scorching heat from global wa
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I want to pin violets behind my ear
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This is where I draw the line, my love right on the small of your back
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I am sliding through the sands of time (and sliding into bedsheets)
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And I am restless with the memory of your fingers
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"I can hear your heart beating" I whispered into your solar plexus
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The sway of your hips causes br
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This was never meant to be br
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I think I owe an apology
I'm more fake than I seem to be and
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Cheek pressed against the smooth
wood paneling of the floor.
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Your skin is like a sedative
smooth as it goes down
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the bitter angel is tearing at her wings
to reveal the gnarled mass
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Smiling at the torrential monstrosity
of your curved lips, bent in laughter.
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You tell me that racism is not inherited, but learned. Maybe there is something in the Y chromosome that carries this superiority complex. The old woman behind
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