"Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth." 
vous aimez mal davantage que vous m'aimez
my french is broken
like a saucer
or a stem.
pourriez-vous épargner un coeur?
un coeur
un coeur
un coeur
un coeur français.
I want to build a cob house
and have three children and make them wings and tutus
Fish and rice fish and rice, pineapple and apples and grapes
wholegrain waffles with kiwi and strawberry and banana and honey
audrey hepburn and edie sedgwick.
old novels and comfy chairs.
twinkling lights coloured glass and gauzy curtains.
owls and fireflies...
Your heightened hunger.
We roam the velvet ocean,
Taste the depth filter through our teeth.
Our tongues are salty with fish tears.
Touch softly, leaving a
Burning sensation on their arm.
The rhythm is impatient.
Your hands are an enchantment.
Voluptuous touch
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
mister sandman.
quiet and courageous
a reason to leave
with wind in their hair
and rain in their sleeves
not needy or conceited
vulnerable or hard
who has faced their regrets
and pains from the past.
Today I had soymilk
And it tasted like an Italian villa.
I've never noticed that before.
And I forgot about everything
But my soymilk Italian villa
They were shoelace strangers.
The kind that matched
Even though one's ends were frayed
And the other was a tad too long.
Like the kind that come pre-threaded
And never really meet til they're thrown away
Used and dirty.
Replaced with new and left with each other.
Perfectly analogous.
A singing, fearless, waste of space.
I dreamt I was drowning with you.
The bubbles of your song floated to the surface,
And played for the sky your last lamentation.
But we weren't really scared,
Just playing the parts assigned at birth;
Human to a fault,
With flaw and fear abound.
Secretly, we accepted death with open arms
Because there was nothing else.
I am lost in the colour blue.
A circular pattern,
Through sapphire and periwinkle
Azure and indigo
Baby, Egyptian, and cornflower blue.
It's like a Cerulean cell
With demin walls and ultramarine bars.
It seems I've swallowed the key.
There was a time when
Satisfaction was guaranteed.
But now I have no idea where
I am or
What's ever going on.
I will never be
Good enough
for me.
forever.
for-eh-ver.
the word tumbles through my mind.
f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
seven letters long,
it means just as much.
It's like a wheel, spinning
Out of control
Spokes breaking, one by one
A jumble of letters and forevers and nevers.
They were in love for awhile.
They would spend their days and nights talking,
and when they finally slept they
dreamt of each other's faces.
But this did not last for long.
He couldn't handle it anymore,
couldn't handle feeling another's breath inside him.
So they stopped talking.
And she fell asleep clutching the letters he wrote
inhaling their perfume,
and finally drifted into dreams of gardens where
sex and drugs didn't exist and
the sky was unceasingly the light colour of dawn and
all kisses were laced with butterscotch and
they held each other and
the boy sometimes allowed the tears to escape,
and she drank them in to taste his pain,
tabacco and bruise flavoured,
Martinelli's mixed with blueberry.
Sometimes they'd walk with their fingers intertwined,
all the while whispering how she never wished to wake up ever.
Torsos wrapped, spinal bows
Intertwined toes
A siren's call,
A song laced with verbal absinthe.
An earthbound angel.
Tied to my chest with a single ribbon,
The ebb and flow of her pain mixes with mine and
Softly I listen.
We sleep at day so we can talk at night.
They keep us apart in darkness,
afraid of,
indecency?
They say they remember being a teenager
But I don't recall ever feeling like one.
I used to dream of static rooms and looming figures
Now I only dream of innocent animals dying and
people I never think about in my waking life.
I no longer remember what dreamless sleep feels like.
These dreams keep me from the sleep I so desperately need
And I can't wake without the scarring images they produce.
I don't know what I actually feel anymore.
I don't know who I actually feel for anymore.
a broken promise
After how many voyages?
cardiac arrested
termite infested
You're ugly,
and no one wants you.
drizzled in honey
All electric about the virgin
Peeling apples above your head
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We're
dead
