Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Releasing An Entire Cave
Washing joy right out of me.
Press me sinking in my seat.
Wrenching like a falling tree, down.
Cracking bones and shifting weight.
Abience of wrath and hate.
Abandonment may I please trade? Now?
Orphans come and know my face.
What's done to them is your embrace.
What will empty spaces place? And how?
Softly chewing on my lungs.
Staring at me like a gun.
Abandonment have I become. Coward!
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept
you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.
Spitter vipers come to fear,
whispers from forked tongue to hear.
Detaching from me crystal clear glass.
Sever ties and ligaments.
Broke or dull you're sharp like splints,
dashed to bits, my wrists you slit last.
Slay your secret, slaughter me.
Nostalgic childhood pets to keep.
A teddybear is put to sleep. Fast.
Turning tables burned away.
No more games by speech will stay.
All is farther than I, say, grasp.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept
you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.
Press me sinking in my seat.
Wrenching like a falling tree, down.
Cracking bones and shifting weight.
Abience of wrath and hate.
Abandonment may I please trade? Now?
Orphans come and know my face.
What's done to them is your embrace.
What will empty spaces place? And how?
Softly chewing on my lungs.
Staring at me like a gun.
Abandonment have I become. Coward!
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept
you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.
Spitter vipers come to fear,
whispers from forked tongue to hear.
Detaching from me crystal clear glass.
Sever ties and ligaments.
Broke or dull you're sharp like splints,
dashed to bits, my wrists you slit last.
Slay your secret, slaughter me.
Nostalgic childhood pets to keep.
A teddybear is put to sleep. Fast.
Turning tables burned away.
No more games by speech will stay.
All is farther than I, say, grasp.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept.
Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,
and my mushrooms in your head kept
you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Five Hours 'Till Morning, & The Fringe Of Your Hair
You step out the car, I've wished for you every hour.
Better than my hope your smile doesn't disappoint.
The fringe of your hair confirms what I stretched to feel.
My arms around you and I'm not guessing, or waiting.
These comrades of yours could not build a house out of pancakes.
But we're both here and working these dark early hours anyway.
You have me right here in the woods most alone and impressed.
You have what you want but my heart aches for more and no less.
Our foreheads are close and your heartbeat is near to my chest.
I can stare for all night in your eyes while your worst is my best.
This morning advances its stance from the back of the trees.
I'll stay up alone for tomorrow ruins all. I'll kill everything.
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Better than my hope your smile doesn't disappoint.
The fringe of your hair confirms what I stretched to feel.
My arms around you and I'm not guessing, or waiting.
These comrades of yours could not build a house out of pancakes.
But we're both here and working these dark early hours anyway.
You have me right here in the woods most alone and impressed.
You have what you want but my heart aches for more and no less.
Our foreheads are close and your heartbeat is near to my chest.
I can stare for all night in your eyes while your worst is my best.
This morning advances its stance from the back of the trees.
I'll stay up alone for tomorrow ruins all. I'll kill everything.