Finger PaintCursive, cursive, cursiveBending, breaking all the starsThe moon looked down upon the worldThe shining splendor of the bombsThe pretty smoke that tagged alongHis throat and down into his lungsIt has begun; the blood evaporatesAnd rains on everyoneAnd all the trees are living, breathingPomegranates in their branchesAnd the sand is shifting, sea to shining seaIt has no answers, it is dancing with the windThe moon looks down upon the sinners and the saintsAnd pulls the tide with drowsing eyes that taste of paintAcrylic memories on canvas fingersKings and queens and spitting etherWedding rings on silver stringsThat dangle from the necks of preachers' wivesAnd all our lives are wastedRunning from The Taste of InkAnd hide and seek the tide and sinkThe water washed away the painThe water washed away.The water washed away the paintThe water washed away.The water washed away the grayThe red, the bombs, the dead, the tasteThe sleeping heads are all erasedAnd full of l
Red and GreenPerhaps a day or two to make the clouds departThe wind, it blusters through the trees now that it's fallAnd I remember how you said that there are no more ugly peopleIn the world, no, none at allMy love will be there, steady, steady as we walkMy fingertips are naked, I am feeling smaller than beforeBut now, my love, I'll hold your face and pierce your eyes with thoughtsOf gracing hips and tracing lips, and staring more, and staring toward the sunAnd now we run, and now we fallAnd now we piece together names and lettersPhotographs and rainy weatherMagazines and movie scenes and spinning colorsRed and green and red and green and red and green and red and greenTill everything is meshed togetherAll our lashes meshed togetherAll our lives, we're meshed togetherSky into the groundAnd red and green, and red and green, and spinning round.
Rome BeautyI'll gaze into the sky and think of youWish you were hereThe apples rotten on the groundAnd worms are watchingI am silent, I am waitingWe are bruised, the fruit and IMy heart is almost healedBut aching still, and I can't think of whyIf you were here, I'd feel okayIf you were here, I would be wholeBut there's a hole in me twelve hours of the dayBut there's a hole in me twelve hours of the day,My dear, and I can feel it gape, and I can feel it gapeAnd I can feel it, bigger every day.
LossThe flowers in her hair are wiltingAnd I will never be the sameNot once, not twice, three times to seize the dayAnd all in spirals, dancing namesThe petals sing in time and whisk away the painI meant no harmThe girl with anchored armHad pulled herself awayWhat could I do, what could I sayTo save the love, to save the days we spentA tent of stars to guide our wayThe world was ours, our steps in paceAnd freezing faces bracing in the snowIn early spring, the wind would blow our hairAnd think of summers long agoYes, I remember her, does she remember me?I asked her once before when she was brokenBy that gypsy running free.Oh, my Amanda! My Amanda! My, oh, me,If I could only be what everyone prefersBut I would rather just be happyWish this happiness was hers.
The ElectricianLittle dancing bulbs of light"Come down, my dears, I'll teach you"They believe you when you promise things,The fools.Drooping eyelids, stutter, slurringBlurring lights along the wayA kiss goodnight, a kiss good dayA kiss goodbye, I never wanted oneAnd catching breath was hard enoughYou always find a way to turn it overMake it your pain, make it your lossAnd of course, I break away from mineTo save you.I refuse to let you seep into my thoughtsI've got a love that just blew in with the wind one dayTo save meAnd now I'm not afraid to just believeThough you had made a fool of meMy lights are brighter nowI wonder how they never seemed so dim beforeI should thank you, but why?Does a slave thank their ownerFor giving a lashing and setting them free?Look at me. See the scars?Almost pretty. And our eyesWill never lock into each other again.I hope that you get this message:I always loved you more.