Coming straight out of nowhere, silent as a deadly serpent.
I hope you know I cannot see straight, double-vision, double-dose. A world of women written out to look like aliens in their pocketed dresses, they whisper secrets & winds of the man who passed out on the train tracks. You are my Monday, silver spoon, & the scabs on my elbow, straight as the horizon & oh my, aren't you beautiful? My face slips a notch slower, you're speaking of eliot & nietzsche - where is our spirit in our wasteland, our God is dead but God, the world is a teardrop with your wilted pistils & faded tea leaves. Apologetic as the yellow throat of the nighttime bullfrog, swooning over the black morasses & crying to the knees of crickets.
I hope you know I cannot see straight, double-vision, double-dose. A world of women written out to look like aliens in their pocketed dresses, they whisper secrets & winds of the man who passed out on the train tracks. You are my Monday, silver spoon, & the scabs on my elbow, straight as the horizon & oh my, aren't you beautiful? My face slips a notch slower, you're speaking of eliot & nietzsche - where is our spirit in our wasteland, our God is dead but God, the world is a teardrop with your wilted pistils & faded tea leaves. Apologetic as the yellow throat of the nighttime bullfrog, swooning over the black morasses & crying to the knees of crickets.