Decemberist
11/07/09, 05:12 PM
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Are you awake?
I am, in sorts.
6 pack of blue moon,
american spirits,
ambient music drifting in and out of the backseat of limousines
parked beneath the shadows of lime trees.
Sigur ros on repeat,
parenthesis here and
(here).
I remember a nightmare i had when i was seventeen,
a coffin and a castanet and a fiddle that laughed before it wept,
it was a labyrnth of has beens and never have's,
a genie and a lamp shade placed over its shapely head,
a wish i wished that would never end,
a genie a lover my mother's friend.
Do you love me like I love you Olivia?
Do you?
Don't answer that,
rhetoric,
sarcasm,
I hold my breath with the naive intent of defying death in the most reasonable sense,
instead I just get lost in consciousness in varying degrees,
never too deep that i can't see the shallows where my dreams crest and weep.
There were surfboards, coast guard all around,
a beached whale spouting feathers out its blow hole,
pelican for lunch,
stork for dinner,
a baby in a carriage and parents who don't care.
Yes, what a terrible nightmare it was,
when I woke you were there though, in sorts,
to hold my quivering hands and cool my calm fever.
Reprise,
sun set til the moon lies in a pool of white and blue,
it glows for whoever it wants to.
Particles of dust and cum all gather to form the bed in which i write this in,
a jet stream i can not touch,
a bedside that prays too much,
who's listening baby?
Your gods resting, in sorts at least,
like me,
and you've got to stop talking in your sleep.
Are you awake?
I am, in sorts.
6 pack of blue moon,
american spirits,
ambient music drifting in and out of the backseat of limousines
parked beneath the shadows of lime trees.
Sigur ros on repeat,
parenthesis here and
(here).
I remember a nightmare i had when i was seventeen,
a coffin and a castanet and a fiddle that laughed before it wept,
it was a labyrnth of has beens and never have's,
a genie and a lamp shade placed over its shapely head,
a wish i wished that would never end,
a genie a lover my mother's friend.
Do you love me like I love you Olivia?
Do you?
Don't answer that,
rhetoric,
sarcasm,
I hold my breath with the naive intent of defying death in the most reasonable sense,
instead I just get lost in consciousness in varying degrees,
never too deep that i can't see the shallows where my dreams crest and weep.
There were surfboards, coast guard all around,
a beached whale spouting feathers out its blow hole,
pelican for lunch,
stork for dinner,
a baby in a carriage and parents who don't care.
Yes, what a terrible nightmare it was,
when I woke you were there though, in sorts,
to hold my quivering hands and cool my calm fever.
Reprise,
sun set til the moon lies in a pool of white and blue,
it glows for whoever it wants to.
Particles of dust and cum all gather to form the bed in which i write this in,
a jet stream i can not touch,
a bedside that prays too much,
who's listening baby?
Your gods resting, in sorts at least,
like me,
and you've got to stop talking in your sleep.