I kissed you beneath
a bellowing sun smile
and you bit my moon lip
restless rays crashing
below a concert ticket
to my gig in NYC
what favors a cost-ed you
is this what you give
and what I play for you
my fret board fumbles
but my fingers dance
alcoholic streams dancing
fresh flesh never knows
a brain that lives, how?
that wisdom is a bitch
that spanks here and now
this is what you get
when you grab for time
and space skips fingers
a slippery self-lost
in wishes over time
crime cries for ghosts
who have lost their selves
And who is especial
in the stream of dreamtime

:: s04-14-2014 ::

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