the exquisite corpse
today we played the exquisite corpse in writing. this is what we came up with
black ravens circling above
summer rains turning blue to gray
a cold chill runs through
inside warms my soul
just knowing summer is so close
waiting to just leave NYC?
I don't want to leave the city that never sleeps
but home is calling
it's here yet not
and somehow slightly foreign
foreign as glossy postcards
in which photographs of lions leap
from tree to tree
until they were finally free
shit.
shit.
what the hell do I do now?
how to deal? how to deal?
with love, with pigs, with monsters
so tell me, where are you sleeping tonight
cool right? and actually makes sense.
black ravens circling above
summer rains turning blue to gray
a cold chill runs through
inside warms my soul
just knowing summer is so close
waiting to just leave NYC?
I don't want to leave the city that never sleeps
but home is calling
it's here yet not
and somehow slightly foreign
foreign as glossy postcards
in which photographs of lions leap
from tree to tree
until they were finally free
shit.
shit.
what the hell do I do now?
how to deal? how to deal?
with love, with pigs, with monsters
so tell me, where are you sleeping tonight
cool right? and actually makes sense.