last night i thought (it came to me all heavy | 1 |
sitting at the tip top of my skull and then sinking | 2 |
slowly down)that flowers aren't too beautiful, sucking the sun-- | 3 |
i imagine they are baring some teeth upward at the sky, | 4 |
wanting something waiting | 5 |
and with deafening colors to make fools | 6 |
of whoever picks it. | 7 |
do you know that i sometimes wonder what's good | 8 |
at all, whats left | 9 |
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deary? for you to come cuddle me | 10 |
to snuggle -- | 11 |
we won't laugh in order | 12 |
to keep invention alive, even those explosive red love moments are not for us-- | 13 |
they are for some brain-want and a brain-relief, oh | 14 |
jesus for this: "i'm just a bunch of limbs moving" and you stay awake | 15 |
all night so you can survive tomorrow as a zombie | 16 |
because you hate living this way,it makes | 17 |
a sad frown out of me. | 18 |
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except occasionally you are like a lily | 19 |
put to music: in this context you | 20 |
are beautiful and i am unafraid.: | 21 |
i cannot reduce you for | 22 |
a bone structure toppling downward, | 23 |
tired for a cheap ride. a lily now, | 24 |
and even further: entirely. and i'll tell you something more: you smell so good sometimes. you are too soft and | 25 |
you are so heavy on my skull, heavier than | 26 |
knowing | 27 |
how flowers grin | 28 |