Barbiturates & Tinfoil Stars.

and for you I'd
suck out the sea

re-write the maps/
re-right the wrong roads
that took us too far too fast
blurring our past, and

running away from our Prince
just to kiss toads.

we were meant for more than that, you see...

like the battle between
reality vs. beauty.

indeed i'd,
remove every inch of rhyme from
million-miles-of-ribbon time

cut the Atlantic into threes
change perspectives & tides

all i am saying is
that this distance is trying.

but surely,
soon the coffee stains will
once again be left in
beds unmade.

let our unslept lighted heads
do all the talking instead.

with hair that stands for
so much more than
a freedom speech for an already won war,

& simply all it takes is two hearts
filled with gold dust covered birds and an ache for more


as slowly as honey
from a barbiturate bingeing bee-hive,

our words will combine
like pulling fishing-lined tied tinfoiled stars from the skies,

and as Truth destroys lies,

we will show them
what we mean when we say,

'but, we are Alive.'

1 comment:

Dorothy Lux said...

A-men, a-men. This was pretty pretty pretty.