Feb 05, 2006 13:50
a little solace
for the soul-less.
we suck young blood.
feverish dreams
of fires
and flowers,
of windows
and closets,
of colors
and skin.
think you're lonely,
only loved
every most beautiful
trixie on the island.
perspective came
from a very deep well
of whiskey.
confidence came
from a week of lonely but not alone
and a hot dress.
clarity came
from a satisfying sleep
with ...
and i dreamed drugs
and a carousel.
a shooting game,
i'm on the row of ducks.
in white and ashes
and smiles for miles.
cracked not broken,
watch you dont cut your lip.
in the scent of cigarettes,
bottled desire and beer.
and i'll bet you 5 dollars,
they can feel the passion
in here.