lines drawn in, downed in one draft
Hung over my eyes like wispy curtains tiny prisms dancing light They persude me to the tiny note strings and beach comb the edge of a razor blade where i can dance to the music and words I can't read Notes carefully folded and perfectly creased it's cream colour collides with blue ink the perfect trace of a bottom lip I can relate the words back to where they came from the mountain tops all crumbling down unfolds to be reread
I now have 3047 reasons to start running now and taste earths shy moss with the soles of my feet celestial dancers share their word im 'fraid you're speaking to loudly to be heard in these tiny rings where mushrooms grow on a rainy day I can spot them all and drops like silent musings fall into my coffee and I bush my hand against damp fern leaves carefully parted beneath them I found essences.
Not too interested in talking now just watching the words that were improvised to invent some kind of story to make up for all this lost time They're un real & believeable and I believe that the words will sell to you sign on the dotted line they're always on sale, shrewd and unused they told me that this kind of automatic writing would be good for you untill all the letters were used up and you could not write more
artful foxes so curiously blowing smoke up to towards your watchtower
where I wait watching it dance their messages received by air like ticking watches that hang in the sky clouded by thought a tiny silver dolphin falls in my lap it's pin point reminds me not to get caught up in this day dream my small impression left for the world points to some part of my imagination blended together with reality
the paper gears stop to a hault in my head as the light in my eyes leaves me blind It's ethereal the harp notes this time they will be fallen and landed on my lap placed around me in circles that spiraling downwhere seem to lead to nowhere.
cursed and unworn I dressed in them, and tied tiny knots where the fabric hung down over a nakedness, drifting in the atmosphere and tied tighter still tiny threads were pulled and showed a lightness through the rips of the seams, I was dressed in.
runaway train on a one track mind i jumped the horse on the rail road line drawn in. and I ran home cried because
every white horse was dead called out to you a useless breath, told me before to wait before you count the carts all lined up and ready with nowhere to go. You shot them down.
I now have 3047 reasons to start running now and taste earths shy moss with the soles of my feet celestial dancers share their word im 'fraid you're speaking to loudly to be heard in these tiny rings where mushrooms grow on a rainy day I can spot them all and drops like silent musings fall into my coffee and I bush my hand against damp fern leaves carefully parted beneath them I found essences.
Not too interested in talking now just watching the words that were improvised to invent some kind of story to make up for all this lost time They're un real & believeable and I believe that the words will sell to you sign on the dotted line they're always on sale, shrewd and unused they told me that this kind of automatic writing would be good for you untill all the letters were used up and you could not write more
artful foxes so curiously blowing smoke up to towards your watchtower
where I wait watching it dance their messages received by air like ticking watches that hang in the sky clouded by thought a tiny silver dolphin falls in my lap it's pin point reminds me not to get caught up in this day dream my small impression left for the world points to some part of my imagination blended together with reality
the paper gears stop to a hault in my head as the light in my eyes leaves me blind It's ethereal the harp notes this time they will be fallen and landed on my lap placed around me in circles that spiraling downwhere seem to lead to nowhere.
cursed and unworn I dressed in them, and tied tiny knots where the fabric hung down over a nakedness, drifting in the atmosphere and tied tighter still tiny threads were pulled and showed a lightness through the rips of the seams, I was dressed in.
runaway train on a one track mind i jumped the horse on the rail road line drawn in. and I ran home cried because
every white horse was dead called out to you a useless breath, told me before to wait before you count the carts all lined up and ready with nowhere to go. You shot them down.