La Vie En Or
La Vie en Or
Words are singing
down along the lines
I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is
Sunset is lonely and its
teasing the rivers
I know, I see light laid on top of the farms
I see life for what it's not
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Leap
all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
can't be yours, can't be torn,
can't feel the good and the bad, nor tell them apart.
can't believe my hands when I reach for you and feel your heart
forget about running away
forget about trying to play it nice better off alone, again I know, it's sad I do it now and then, I do it for myself
-s's.
a high up spaceship light blinking rudely at night
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
As I am,
I see through a golden space
I'm trapped in amber sap,
Onto the outside I look
Within the inside I am firm
Fossilized, undiscerned
-s's.
you you you you you you
I I I I wonder
how deep I will go
far and blue tonight
this night falls victim to be the witness
to you you you you
and I I I I
I am constricted, I am constricted
by you you you you,
to you I'm addicted, to you I'm addicted
to you, yes, to you
-s's.
If my heart had a say in my matters
It would beat in a different way
Black car, stone steps, white windowpane, that never really mattered
White crewneck, black tar stains
I never look back on anything like I do on that day.
-s's.
living isn't all that's on my mind sweet petunia brisk and gentle skies living is a sin like blue sunrise maybe I can bloom and let you decide let you divide into whatever you want and let you outlive the darkest part
-s's.
Lifeline
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/
I want to do what I used to do last
kept once, stored up, among the cupboard's real glass stash
(a porcelain clash)
must recover, carried to a glowing life bed
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