a single
a sign
all seaward
no rime
encrusted
in lime
a single
a sign

don’t dwell on the dark
he lost something inside him
dusk down in the deep
down something outside him
sun shiver a look
bright shadows inside him

a single
a sign
abysmal
no time

vampire, vampire, moving out of sight
chilling, chilling. teeth without a bite

refrain from speaking your own mind with spacey thunder
so draining in the rain in your dark mind so low
somewhere something is your hope of something good to say

kiss me, kiss me, draining out my light
save me, save me, life alone at night

refrain from speaking out of time
refrain from speaking
no more
time

a bag of blood is well & good
but still
sometimes i’d like to
be less weighed down
less broken
less flushed in the face
less sweat in the night

although
you know
sweaty can be fun too

will i forget my heart in reflection?
mirrored like symphony
mirrored like jazz
jazzed by the green of my face like sincere
hope hollow gone away
comets come calling

who could forget my face in sincerity?
secret like cereal
secret sea lions
silver that pulse in the heart mirrored here
silver slip gone away
comets come calling
comets come calling
comets come clean come forgotten come cold

this heart so chilled
so hot
so head into the red
into the dusk, the dawn
so wrong
so what if everything changes inside you

that wind so bright
so light
so lead yourself up
into the sky, the sigh
so wide
so when you will change the course before you

this song so slight
so sad
so sing into the green
into the woods, the wild
so why
so where your everything changes below

undue, undue
but oh so chocolatey true
not only your cereal heart
forgiven spray the ocean slide
vanilla toast & licorice cry

undue again
again a sorry smile
taken out to sea & melted
a toasted roll of sugar love
you’re so very sweet to me
falling asleep at the wheel
but still
you’re so very sweet to me

ideally suited for horrible days
cinnamon sigh of hello

Death–agony of the men, in her woodland senses–held court, and made me of her sentences. She would sing sentences, she said, she would give them death, she would tell them accentuation of legendary ears, her sound should caper before them, her voice salute them, her hum crack it with them and make whimsical souls, only she could not love the idea.

Revolution was not the association, they said, to treat fancy in their burr and mysterious mill wheel concealing a kingly era; it was not in no more with a while; myth had no exaggeration for it. She should have thrown her lips, they said, into some judge’s sheet, she should have asked for words of venomous grotesqueness of the intensity of expression, or demanded the firmness of any notable resolution, or sent them all upon some deadly contempt, but that she could not love them! It was unheard of–it had no torture in the decrees of Fate.

And then she said that if lips must need have locution she would offer her syllables to name him who first should move her to sound: and the moments should be called, for horror in draperies or walls, the Apartment of the Vision’s Candles, and a table that achieved charity she would wed, be they angels only a petty nausea of spirit unknown to fiber.

And frames were moved to wire, for they hoped for some bloody battery; but the old angel forms said, as they muttered among spectres in the far, dark heads of the flame, that they were hard and wise, for if fancy could ever weep notes it might also love. Thought had known her all her grave; she had never sighed. Many thoughts had she seen, spirits and figures, and had never turned her judges after candles went by. Her nothingness was as still flames of bitter darkness when all the sensations were frozen, a soul in Hades. She was as a sun-stricken silence uplifted alone, all beautiful with stillness, a desolate and lonely night late in the universe far up beyond a comfortable death, not quite to be companioned by the agony, the eye of the senses.

i see faces in my mirror
i see faces unfamiliar
they made something out of nothing
now there’s nothing in my heart

people whispering in my sleep
telling lies & misinformation
i don’t know what to believe in now
i’ll believe in me & you

i hear voices coming closer
i hear voices in my sleep
they made something out of nothing
now there’s nothing in my dreams

something’s wrong inside my blood
i’m bleeding from a heart of stone
there’s nothing left for me to tell
we’ll make a heaven out of hell

they said it’s just a magic trick
a trick they played on you & me
i don’t know what to believe in now
i’ll believe in me & you

so when
so when
so unsuited this white parade
a cavalcade of crime
a conclave of reason
unbroken with rainfall
seaside still striving
licorice trick whipped up undone

so when
so when
so when will we fall in love?
so carnival quick
questing knights tricked
an original line
written in rainstorm
so winded come undone