Poor actor/poet, friendly, free to a good home.
These women mean little to me.
I care of them as close friends, but they do not rule me, they do not fufill or inspire me.
They don't make the colors of my painted frescos on the back of these eyelids.
You are a soft yellow flower and I am surrounded by lemongrass,
an olfactory delight, one is remembered, the other's a spike.
I am wrapped in old habits and soaked in new booze.
Want a reason to part the grass and paint my body,
yellow and black, always land on my back.
heels over this time, not pelvis forward.
These women mean little to me.
I care of them as close friends, but they do not rule me, they do not fufill or inspire me.
They don't make the colors of my painted frescos on the back of these eyelids.
You are a soft yellow flower and I am surrounded by lemongrass,
an olfactory delight, one is remembered, the other's a spike.
I am wrapped in old habits and soaked in new booze.
Want a reason to part the grass and paint my body,
yellow and black, always land on my back.
heels over this time, not pelvis forward.
These women mean little to me.