Free Intallation with purchase of your Broken Home: Second Installment
My ears are sharper then the night we’ve left,
And hardening into spires long.
There’s an itching ‘tween my shoulder blades,
Can you tell me when I’ve sprouted wings?
Liar, liar pants on. . .
Can you smell that smell?
Notes of sadness in pencil smudged beginning to read
Like an obit in the funnies.
We are gathered here today to remember the life
Of a tiger on crack.
Silly cat, thought his stuffed human was real.
And what’s all this talk of Moons and snow?
Fables, fables, code words enabled.
Drugs beyond curfew
Ever wood greens stuffed in the nostrils
Eyes rolled back seeing the future.
A GIRL A GIRL!?
Not another hallucinogenic
Vision of beauty.
Oh girl with yielding hair
So supple a little lower and ever softer
Can’t help but caress that little bit,
Not yet fulfilled or quite satisfied.
“Don ‘t…”
“Don’t you dare refuse. I might as well cease existence. I’m not the one lost in illusion. It’s you, only you. You, you are the one. You are my sunshine, my only…”
Grey skies clouding up the black water letting me see past the
Fumes and the tunes of this magical wonderland,
Inhabited by living candy and dead souls.
Can you touch me softer,
Less abrasive?
Hit me, hurt me, but never scrape me clean of all my sin.
Forget the rest, I’m never going back to you and all those perfect smiles.
Paint thinner beauty paling the tan I worked to avoid.
Nothing, anything, something to make me worse.
Worse then the Bathsheba beauty you saw behind you in the rearview mirror.
Leaving, leaving, but somehow coming closer.
Shit for reverse and gunning it to leave.
But ultimately running over the thing you loved most.
Blue light and singed skin.
What you lost I found within my thighs burning, wanting needing.
Believing the pheromones I enticed you with so long ago.
And hardening into spires long.
There’s an itching ‘tween my shoulder blades,
Can you tell me when I’ve sprouted wings?
Liar, liar pants on. . .
Can you smell that smell?
Notes of sadness in pencil smudged beginning to read
Like an obit in the funnies.
We are gathered here today to remember the life
Of a tiger on crack.
Silly cat, thought his stuffed human was real.
And what’s all this talk of Moons and snow?
Fables, fables, code words enabled.
Drugs beyond curfew
Ever wood greens stuffed in the nostrils
Eyes rolled back seeing the future.
A GIRL A GIRL!?
Not another hallucinogenic
Vision of beauty.
Oh girl with yielding hair
So supple a little lower and ever softer
Can’t help but caress that little bit,
Not yet fulfilled or quite satisfied.
“Don ‘t…”
“Don’t you dare refuse. I might as well cease existence. I’m not the one lost in illusion. It’s you, only you. You, you are the one. You are my sunshine, my only…”
Grey skies clouding up the black water letting me see past the
Fumes and the tunes of this magical wonderland,
Inhabited by living candy and dead souls.
Can you touch me softer,
Less abrasive?
Hit me, hurt me, but never scrape me clean of all my sin.
Forget the rest, I’m never going back to you and all those perfect smiles.
Paint thinner beauty paling the tan I worked to avoid.
Nothing, anything, something to make me worse.
Worse then the Bathsheba beauty you saw behind you in the rearview mirror.
Leaving, leaving, but somehow coming closer.
Shit for reverse and gunning it to leave.
But ultimately running over the thing you loved most.
Blue light and singed skin.
What you lost I found within my thighs burning, wanting needing.
Believing the pheromones I enticed you with so long ago.