Reckless Beauteous Mess
I never wrote about how Beth summoned the rocket ships and we watched the stars set in reverse. Or how I was the only one who could save Dalores from the Harpsichords. I made a friend without my mask, who told me I couldn't dance, but fuckit I've got some heart and some people don't believe in me but I think I'll set em straight. I melted last week in my dirty clothes, and wailed in the moonlight for my mate, but one Blue day he came back and we went to the track and ran free like pure-thouhted thoroughbreds bound for the other world. We sang some songs we both knew and some we didn't and we're going much too fast and a little too slow. Seagull shit cars and baby guitars and the bombs won't touch us if we only breathe each other. What part of the world have you gone to now? And are you ever coming home? I got the bad news about David the Nome. I've got plans. And saloon music. And Schubert. And this will all mean nothing to no one someday. I said my religion was living, and she said she figured I wasn't the first. I think, someday, I would like to give birth.