The kind of woman who walks naked… Covered in oil Who blows lavender smoke into lace And sleeps dressed in beads of lus… Who bends to dust your heart off

Call me Apollo Whisper it into a landline receive… Wring your hands While considering the implications Of feminine control dressed

I feel homesickness the strongest When I am tired of striving Tired of wanting too much My nose so turned down to the very… That I want to crawl into the war…

It’s a fever in the night A black cone turned into a mirror… An incandescence you try to forget It’s the glittering fetid overwhel… To re-split the atom with an axe

Literally, hey! Why are there cinders spilling fro… Is there... like a switch? Shit. I tried to pick up my phone… I don’t think I can go to the bat…

I want to hold you like a cigarett… You know, when you say you don’t r… Deny any desire to light a match And pretend like you don’t think o…

There is now a hole In the middle of my chest It’s all begun to spill out Memories and memento mori Feelings kept hidden

Let’s go for a walk Let’s burn the midnight oil And discuss tomorrows like we’re w… Slowly and with trepidation Are you cold? Let me hold you

I will let my wings bear me into b… Every time Rather than the pitch of darkness I would rather spin out for someth…

I heard the t-t-ticking We stood in our underwear Drinking juice glasses of tequila In Liz Taylor’s kitchen My baby face was thinning

Do you miss the mountains? When you lay in bed at night 10 past twelve and your toes kicki… Kicking at life Do you picture the sun warming you…

The Eternal Pearl and His Maiden Invisible in the eye Of the two great lovers We do not warrant counting She, a fertile blushing blue

It’s just there and you won’t be a… It’s there and it’s always leaving… Live with it as your sleepy roomma… Thanks for coming over, have you m… Once in a while he stabs me. But…

Is it really so silly To think the stars may control our… That the heavens move both our sea… What then is god, to you? Is it your business

Just us and the snow Speaking only in clouds of steam Like parched dragons We are the kings of this morning I can only hope to relive this mom…