The Dreamdust TwinsThe Dreamdust Twins ride againPonchoboy and RangergirlThe Owl and the CrowThrough the foggy skies on aSunday morning they flyLook out belowThe heavens may explodewith sunshine.Together once more, opening doorsThumbing their noses atVanilla People safe insideBeware, haberdashers, they searchfor fruithatsTo tip to old ladiesOn their way to church.I miss your smile.
Cardboard I feel sick. The coffee's too strong, the morning too dark. Cigarettes taste like cardboard must taste, although I've never eaten cardboard. (I wonder why I hear "tastes like cardboard" so often. Are people eating it? Should I try it?) No, I feel too sick. I want to spill my guts. The fluid in my lungs, the bile in my stomach. Void myself of whatever inside is making me feel this way. Heartsick. Cee's heart got sick and died. Whatever gods there might be hated me so much, they kept me alive for their amusement. Brainsick, soulsick. There'll be no sun today, but it's still as dark as twilight at eight AM. It could (should) be
It Got Late Early Todaya lick of witchery and a slice of limea stronger brew for the stranger timesa lock of hair in an urn of asha cup of dreams for a winter stasha crow, an owl, a clock that's stoppeda feather, a cog, a shiny rocka shot of schnapps just for the deada bullet for an aching heada veil, a door, a one-way passa fever of tumors and shattered glassa furious feast of sight and sounda silent place, finally, underground
Black OnyxThe Tall one and the Dark one are getting marriedThey'll have rings of silver and black onyxKitchen photography and zen at three AMI love you with my guts hanging outInspection tomorrow, did I clean the microwave?Call your mother, she misses boring youNaked in front of the flat screen making wishesBeer and little white pills and ashPressed flowers and swatches of cloth to be scannedAnd it's only Tuesday where will all the boxes go?These darkened halls have seen more life than I've ever livedWon't you come back for the wedding, at least?
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...Like a kamakazie....i travel from inspiration...never joy ~ Fangfingers