the canvas left bare.
yesterday another painting washed away.
I could see the colours flowing.
Oh, the sadness.
Wherever I may belong.
all i know is you’re my only living, breathing bacteriophage.
I will make you run.
but i will never let you go.
Oh, the horror.
and all i could think was cherry pie trees.
let’s create a sweet rythm tonight.
let the alcohol flow.
let it run down.
deep and wild.
Oh, the mysterious challenge.
like a pebble in a haystack.
burning on the top of a beach.
Oh my lady, you’re so dead.
and all i could do was whistle and wave.
Oh, the ignorance
Oh, the spacey disillusionment.
all i could do was wave my fingers around.
there was heavy cheese in my neck.
there’s a throat-sore in my head.
and i don’t understand.