Jun 26, 2012
Cold night maybe sad night, long day in pink jeans, cashmere, blonde hair, come here. I wander dropped by a mother in pyjamas wanting to join and not wanting to join and seeing friends and strangers on an outdoor table, sun sweltering down though this is the moon's reign and I swim in blacks biting chill to reach you - but I need poison bubbling beer, bubbling here, oh where to look at all this confusion and the churning in my stomach like maybe this is a pity invite so I look left a little diagonal but really straight across and, for the third time, my fires meet earth. My eyes meet yours. Do not burn me out like the cosmos, do not bury me like the dragon, refine me with your soil and help these embers grow. Hello.