jaymie
Bluelighter
do not yield
Red brick road
Yellow palm fronds on Easter
Fixation.
To pray
Is to need
and all the other things that we don't say out loud
obnoxious school boy blues
and paper cuts
salt licks and pineapple scented car fresheners
today I feel like humming,
skipping stones in puddles in the street.
The blues have left me with this talent of acceptance.
incessant deprivation of stable relations with myself
cries out in reprieve to catch the wind blowing through
me.
a side glance spying a mother as she wipes her son's snot on her sleeve
and as he buries his wet nose into her breast I see a thousand walls shattering inside me.
But life is not an end
Maybe it's not even a beginning or a middle?
They said the journey would be hell
the beginning and end of heaven would be
colored brilliance by earthly experience
I'm still waiting…
Standing next to you I feel like I've got to start living instead of dying
When it's too late and I'm too old shaking like a leaf trying to count the change in my hand will you take your liver spotted hand and finish the deal for me?
Absinthe, orange ginger blossom busom, twee, fey minds will prevail.
Red brick road
Yellow palm fronds on Easter
Fixation.
To pray
Is to need
and all the other things that we don't say out loud
obnoxious school boy blues
and paper cuts
salt licks and pineapple scented car fresheners
today I feel like humming,
skipping stones in puddles in the street.
The blues have left me with this talent of acceptance.
incessant deprivation of stable relations with myself
cries out in reprieve to catch the wind blowing through
me.
a side glance spying a mother as she wipes her son's snot on her sleeve
and as he buries his wet nose into her breast I see a thousand walls shattering inside me.
But life is not an end
Maybe it's not even a beginning or a middle?
They said the journey would be hell
the beginning and end of heaven would be
colored brilliance by earthly experience
I'm still waiting…
Standing next to you I feel like I've got to start living instead of dying
When it's too late and I'm too old shaking like a leaf trying to count the change in my hand will you take your liver spotted hand and finish the deal for me?
Absinthe, orange ginger blossom busom, twee, fey minds will prevail.
