on the mildew steel sheets
of the android muni with
suckling sprays
sucking
sucking the pavement into threes
past the point of eternity, away from
the fact that your ghostly appearance
isn't even around to haunt me,
not close enough to taunt me, i stole this land
for the sole purpose of being free,
pitchfork the purpose of evil and all
the framework done by these dealers
with their habits and all the same bad attitudes
from the wrath of these bitches you've seemed to pass through;
all the street lights crawled to,
shove my throat down your ethics
until you've reached the best of it, the only timely
death of it
where the yearning mother prays for her daughter
in bed sheets with a tangled breeze, it's warm out today
i'd have to say
the Ruby stone standing shivering, shining past the
societal mold; 'til she's warm from the cold,
that's my girl;
we hide in this fish bowl of complete
unknown
by the city lights from their teeter totter zone
crumbled by the tracks of their adolescent
flashbacks.
i was thinking about you and me----glasses and plastic
that's sort of romantic.
there's these seeds, these rippling seeds, easy for us
to see, easy for us to be, holding on so drastically, you're
becoming pleased, save a seat for me.
based on the length of your spine,
you're a man with a plan
no cigarette in hand, clean eyes
eight arms held over stretched skin
undoubtedly where man begins
i'll see you then.
that night i tried so hard not to cry
but when i reached success
you went up her dress
i took as immeditate dismiss
from the platform> this trains a leaving
boarding call for a better sailor
there's these seeds, these rippling seeds, easy for us
to see, easy for us to be, holding on so drastically, you're
becoming pleased, leave the light on for me.
