The lady is dying. She bends back like a wave. As her spirit is climbing. Through the hospital wall and away. . And I wanted to hold you. As you made your escape.
All I perceive is wasted and broken. Silvery streams, sacred when spoken. Slam into me and into the ditch of debris. And you smoke in the park and sleep in the greenery.
Daddy please hear this song that I sing. In your heart there's a spark that just screams. For a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep.
Two headed boy. All floating in glass. The sun it has passed. Now it's blacker than black. I can hear as you tap on your jar. I am listening to hear where you are.
(There is no dream). So wake up run your lips across your fingers till you find. Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high. To remind yourself that you didn't die.
And the first one tore a picture. Of a dead and hanging man. Who was kissing foreign fishes. That flew right out from this hands. And when I put my arms around him.
Someone is waiting to swallow all the halos out of you. As your face blows through my windows. Sending pieces flying all around my room. . And I love you and I want to.
Oh comely. I will be with you when you lose your breath. Chasing the only. Meaningful memory you thought you had left. With some pretty bright and bubbly.
Your prettiness is seeping through. Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty. And my emptiness is swollen shut. Always a wretch i have become. So empty and please please don't leave me.
What a beautiful face. I have found in this place. That is circling all round the sun. What a beautiful dream. That could flash on the screen. In a blink of an eye and be gone from me.
Around your knees that crackle into the dark. Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head. Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead.
Ghost, ghost I know you live within me. I feel you as you fly. In thunder clouds above the city. Into one that I love. . With all that was left within me.
Sweet communist. The communist daughter. Standing on the sea-weed water. Semen stains the mountain tops. Semen stains the mountain tops. With cocoa leaves along the border.
Growing sleepy as the rain falls. As children draped in flowers form a chain. They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls. As night falls into dust and it's day again.
Crawl across toward your window. I'm calling softly from the street. Always a lonely widow. Half awake and sleeping on my feet. . I'm of age but have no children.
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen. Makes babies to breathe. With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets. As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer.