natural lapse. loud and urgent hours spent wailing. telling stories. sharing philosophies... Do you mind if I ask you a philosophical question?
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Psychotic mindset strewn across the floor. let me now when the world wakes up and I'll wake up yawning, lips to coffee mug as quickly as possible, teeth become yellow and I'll be damned. you blur out the labels of alcohol bottles in your pictures. you move quickly and think in dollars and cents. you wear blue dresses in my dreams. there are no stains on it. you are not crying. there are pirouetting snowflakes like dancers falling from cumulus clouds. level out at a low altitude where I saw you wading through dirty snow banks on the sides of the road, trying to make out road signs in the fury of the storm. you had purple intentions and marvelous manuscripts of plans. you are all of the faces I can conjure this revelatory night. you are up late taking hits in my bathroom as I sleep with heavy breathing. your pupils dilate and your hands cease shaking. you illuminate with vigorous emotion. a box full of luminous markers in the dark center of the universe. there are birds flying upside down and cartwheeling over cemetery walls. you tell me what song you wish to hear at your funeral and I wonder which one of us will outlive the other.
sleepless for fear of nightmares.
wake up screaming
but alone
wonder if ever made a sound
fragile broken glass
cardboard cut-outs
of pin-up girls
dressed immodest outfits
dressed in modest outfits
years past
bronze cast
river of silver
lead to city of gold
the end of the line.
the goal.
take a compliment like a shot
miss the insanity of a wild night
though something less memorable
black out and dangerously move forward
straighten out for the rich girls
in a fantasy world
make them all believe in symmetry
in a world where we meet exciting individuals
that blow us away but we never see again
one million first and last chances
happening at the same time
first impression lasts often when it is also the only
no redemption song
we are drunk and babbling fools
speaking in tongues forsooth!
fill your bed with kerosene. lit candles and rest. paint the stream-lined walls a color of confidence. curse the heavens. for the glory and pleasure of a night with you. bring out the cork screw. a romantic walk through the neighborhood, hand in hand. and the image disappears into despair. learn to walk out that fear and end up wandering farther and later into the night, down dark alleys, unconsciously asking for sudden and inexplicable confrontation. expecting the unexpected and falling victim to the certainty.
