scrapes the drapes
clean of the webs
i tape her sleep
and weep instead
when she's awake
i see the aura
of the spiders
looking for you
in the corner
don't you look
oh i'll keep them
in this book
and you can open
it in years
and realize
your little fears
so sweet
so numb
you want to run
so when the spiders come
they can have my valium

pills and leather
so much better
for the weather
wonder if you stuck it out
i doubt
you knew much better
what it was about

a glass of wine
oh i'm just fine
the sweet sublime
it's finally time
i'm going blind
i'm growing limbs
the timber climbs
the devil's hymns

all alone
we're all alone
the phrase came from
a man with bone
stuck in his chest
i'll use the phone
oh wish me luck
i'm going home
i'll do my best
i'll use the phone
i'll pass the test
i'm running lone

you race to see
that it's just me
blueboy staring
at the sea
that's crystal red
just like sky
why did i just try to try
and i am what i
used to be
oh why do i just
seem to plea
when all i eat
are soup and peas
i need some meat
i'm not a tree

my seed is rotten
not forgotten
no too easy
for the pollen
it to carry
me away
stay away
from me today
not forgotten
no too easy
i don't pray
no that's too easy
god don't pay
the price to please me
i don't need
my knees to feed me

in the chapel
with her apples
and her cuts
on her arms
sweet little shackles
for my devil
**** my angel
she has holes
where needles dangle

oh you're special
don't you see
that you mean
the world to me
it's just to me
that i'm not me
right now you see
and i can be
a silver tree
or christmas sticks
or broken bricks
why can't you see
how hard i try
just not to cry
she bowed her head
head for my sigh
our sweet exchange
want you to follow
come on it's okay
not tomorrow
no not today
let's go swallow
some more fists
resist and wallow

willow water
there's no stream
and the fish
were in my dream
and my head
is a machine
but my bed
is nice and clean
i made it up
but it was nice
i'm growing up
i'm thinking twice
and then a third
and then a threesome
yeah conventions
we can teach em
teach the convent
how to starve
for thirty days
inside the yard
of sweet japan
the small pagodas
hope you see me
know i know ya

Good god.

brain storming again.....teaching the convent how to starve for thirty days, lol fasting would be a good word for that...lmao....you must have been in a rhyming mood dear chap....have a good holiday

I can hardly keep up

like the pace of this piece.

i enjoy reading your mind. keep them coming

enjoyed