Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
