monovox

blanket me sweet nurse
and keep me from burnin'
I must get back
to the woods dear girls
I must get back to the woods

in the bloody elevator rising for their first cup of tea of the day
when does sky turn into space
and air into wind?

the only things
I really need
is water, a gun, and rabbits

let me rest
my fevered cheek
upon your warm sweet bellies

in the bloody elevator going to the bright theatre now
come on boys
please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs
and moss on my back

-s



thank you my friends for your well wishes. I have been buried in the rich fertile earth of my inner self... meditating on the seemingly constant shedding of my skins, letting the disturbed flotsam of my mind settle and allowing my stillness to build until I was able to hear the words that lay within. The answers are always there inside, we just aren't always ready or able to have the context for appropriate recognition. I am a bit better now... if not a bit quiet.