Some kind of poetry
Well, this is just what I can write, and most of all, what makes me feel good to write.
Wings
Cry little angel, cry for me tonight,
My dolphins are gone and they can't find their way back.
My Islands are grey and blue,
Your wings of leather shadows undone,
Step on my smoke, on my way
Let me forget I can't wait.
Whip little angel, whip my big heart out
My memories are gone and they can't find their way back.
You have the smile of love and pain,
The whisper of nights that still remain;
My answers keep on swelling on the leaves,
My borndead questions under the seas.
To a friend...
I can recognize every skyline in the world
And I always feel you by my side
I can dig myself in the deepest rivers
And I always feel you by my side
I can take my luggage and throw it in the fire, tear out my diary and erase my fingerprints
I always feel you by my side
I can watch over the rainbows, I can hear over the universe, I can boast, I can boast...
But I always feel you by my side.
I eat I drink I kill I kiss I wake I sleep
I burst into tears
And I am always feeling you by my side.
I need to feel you by my side.
Dragon whiskers
Embattled rag dolls, confessing their green partners to some binary monks
Calf loves in webs, aqualung required, stuffed animals dreamin' of sluts
Metallic noses and meticulous camera, machiavellious angle, monochromatic monologue
Brand new turnpike like a Zombie on the walls
Much ado for a chain smoker ecclesiastical
Emancipated eaglets
Crashing downthsky
Dragon whiskers
Smell them dying
Mine
Polly and Jeff Lords off the west,
Kings of the burger beasts of the best,
Wandering hitching through the desert,
Jeff loves and Polly hurts.
"Men are too romantic" Polly says,
"Girls too dangerous to you babe",
And Jeff is Jailed in his mind,
But Polly likes him blind.
This is the thunder in her throat
For him the wreck of his little boat,
Little Jeff cries in her arms,
Graceful woman take my pain and lie.
Sun and Blood and flesh in her,
Cold and dust are his shelter,
She moans to the stars in the red red sky,
While her man is stiffled 'cause of her eye.
But he thinks it must be the way,
So he loves, lives, shouts and prays,
And she knows he's endlessly hers,
By hearing his winds and hurts.
My Garden
Dogs and guns
Crawling in the sun
Feeling low
Feeling slow
All and all and all above
No Shelter there
No black blue hair
No fast fat cars
Not going very far
All and all and all above
All and all and all above
Copyright © 1997 Maud G.
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