SKIRTS OF BROWN-SKIRTS OF GREEN
midnights name
Scratch my head
using the beginning of a well-used phrase
just to see where the ocean
drifts in.
heard her voice through mystic purple
saw the glinting winters
pouring along with a rustic charming tongue
followed porcelain limbless words
cracking smashing,
onto jellyfish moving floors
laid beside a sunset field
hands moving lips surreal
blending seeping through our fleshless sin
lovingĀ without the time
time standing always in some terrible grin
Harvested strangers
stitching chains from cobweb hair
hearts trembling on a pavements flush
so beneath this new skirt
of shades of green
you will not wakeup
to hear my screams
tombstone soldiers broke in the dawn
keep her safe
keep her born
and I so faded
crazy little gods
crazy little wasted games
AND ME FADED
AGAIN.
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