RED FEATHER...MOTHER DREAM...2008...
A FREUDIAN SLIP: A WANT SOME GIRL LIKE MY MOTHER...no i don't need another mother. girlfriend--twin girlfriend. gemini love--smothered, she shook me. took me by the love muscle and squeezed berries till we fell asleep. red-headed girl--she had me all buried and when i felt that dead--i was virtually sane. we played games and tumbled dice to the rolling stones. she fell down stairways--i never picked her up, i was too clumsy to hold myself up straight, for when she collapsed--we held each other together like fondue.
2008...my world fell apart. no more cat dreams. strange brunettes with their wooden dreams to carve me apart and mold me like a slave to their dreams. nightmare sex and a moldy tent to set my head on fire--sat two days wasted away in prison cell and i can't feel like that ever again.
love for sell...i grow bored of the enemy spies that pretend to my friend. wishing me well and cussing underneath the wind with their turtle breath. and they all seem so blank with their "charming looks" that all express the same...
...red feather...you held me together. i dream of your freckled back...those insomnia nights pressed against your weathered-skin. i no longer hear the music.
A FREUDIAN SLIP: A WANT SOME GIRL LIKE MY MOTHER...no i don't need another mother. girlfriend--twin girlfriend. gemini love--smothered, she shook me. took me by the love muscle and squeezed berries till we fell asleep. red-headed girl--she had me all buried and when i felt that dead--i was virtually sane. we played games and tumbled dice to the rolling stones. she fell down stairways--i never picked her up, i was too clumsy to hold myself up straight, for when she collapsed--we held each other together like fondue.
2008...my world fell apart. no more cat dreams. strange brunettes with their wooden dreams to carve me apart and mold me like a slave to their dreams. nightmare sex and a moldy tent to set my head on fire--sat two days wasted away in prison cell and i can't feel like that ever again.
love for sell...i grow bored of the enemy spies that pretend to my friend. wishing me well and cussing underneath the wind with their turtle breath. and they all seem so blank with their "charming looks" that all express the same...
...red feather...you held me together. i dream of your freckled back...those insomnia nights pressed against your weathered-skin. i no longer hear the music.