Monkey in the MirrorAnd the wind up monkey stopsMonkey in the Mirror
(his cymbals edging toward a none existent impact and sound) Even though I know I've wound him more than that That can't be all there is I nudge him with my toe
And for a moment
Animation is his. (tinny clang disappointing on my ears)
All my little Jamesons
Lined up behind me Bolstering my sense of self Look at them toddling along Wreaking their merry havoc Across the geographic of my liver.
Unsmiling I recognize that the monkey is still
these selfish little thingsMake me a coat of butterfly wings oh, what a selfish thing...these selfish little things
I've lost my slippers, my blue satin slippers they're all that I had to hold me down to the ground and the ribbons I wore wound around and around they're all that I had to tie me down do the ground
All you're sweet dreams need be dreaming no more fantasy ocean, there's none but Calliope here shining white boats across glassy green floor fantasy ocean, sun shine, she's Calliope here
Make me a coat of butterfly wings oh, what a selfish thing...
anxious in chicago sunset on the city table top: reflective opportunity slams credulity through the open windows the sun glares blatent in my eye over speculative glasses aggravating my nicotine deprived and so roughened nervesanxious in chicago
frustration sweep stops my throat like a clearing broom at a bowling alley knocks all my emotional pins crashing to my heart's machinery &nb
not tomorrow tooI don't want to miss you tomorrow what does this say? I don't want to miss you tomorrow I've got an old-fashioned catch in my throat when I late-night look in the mirror and say I don't want to miss you tomorrow imagined tears chase themselves dry down my cheeks in an attempt tonot tomorrow too
understand absence abstinence
and why that it's all interconnected interrelated with perception and preconception expectations and explanations of how it's supposed to be
and why again speculations, interpretations, &n
Old WordsIt will be me to burn this tryst that has sat vacated and unclaimed between you and I.Old Words
The storms had finally passed, and I found You sanding the corners of the walls, painting the chipped, fading paint. I had left our love to the vandals; Your eyes were wet as you attempted its repair.
You say I am as fleeting as your cigarette smoke. I can't help but think-
Perhaps, had you shut off your rock n' roll you would have seen me smoldering and disappearing so rapidly before you.
Perhaps, had I turned on the lights, I w
Whenever You Call.It took one year of snow on your windshield, wasted gas, and my cigarettes out the window,Whenever You Call.
to know that you were leaving. A figure I identified from far away, out of sight, out of mind. Right?
1.) Write? My imagery dried up. The songs still play, the caffiene still pumps through my veins. I'm jittery as fuck every night, but no, there's nothing I write. 2.) Have you changed? Your voice has quickened through the phone. You always call when you feel alone, or fucked up.
Usually, fucked up.
There is a sentiment. She is th
ThemLife CerealMy fingers fold and unfold overLife Cereal
the broken strap on my bag. A shirt sleeve is hanging out, swaying side to side as if it is waving goodbye. We are refugees, she and I. Supplies in hand, a snake moving in my stomach-- I lean against some rusting tools, and my head is pounding. This room was once her Topkapi I think. Indian curtains once hung like heavy eyelids, and gold shined from several corners of the room. "I have everything, Gillian. I just need my cereal." she says. Finally, she grabs her Life and we escape our foreign country. All she ever needed
here to stay.
Not Impressed
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And you all want the lovely music to save your lives
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And you all want the lovely music to save your lives
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I want to find the great equalizer.
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I want to find the great equalizer.
"Do You Need Him Here to Say (Elsa)"
You've got a smile that knows how, and the ones you always know are falling around now. If you need him here to say to tell you everything's OK then nothings going to be alright, if you need him here that way. And if I could just interject, it might not make much sense, you've got a smile an embarrassed frownand I give it at my best. If you need him here to say that everything's ok than I'm just not sure that everything's ok and you wanna know what went down just read it in the papers. straighten up shoulders up.
^^^^yeah mothafuckaaaa
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I want to find the great equalizer.
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--- Fire Walk With Me ---
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Talk Me Down//Safe And Sound//Too Strung Up to Sleep
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