Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Skedaddler
Her lies were a dictionary of trouble,
As fine as delicate china, always
Desiring an escape from her mouth.
A series of yesterdays plague her,
Her lavendar thoughts pent up in
Her skull like stars threatening to fall.
A hat upon her head to keep the
Birds from flitting in and out.
Sixes sicken her steps, sleep
Becomes as disturbed as wisdom;
Burgundy blood flows from notes
In her heart, my love, she is dying.
She grips the crayons, designing a
Way out with trust in one hand, and
Pages of sadists sick dream, burning
Like a torch in her minds eye.
As confusing as plaid, she plays with
Winter like a toy, boards the ship
Of phantoms and by Sunday, she's home.
Rain beats the sense out of her, falling
So hard, its like the ocean was tipped over.
Give her a Tuesday so bitter and she'll
Gasp for air and let once more
The lies escape her tormented mouth.
4-13-10
As fine as delicate china, always
Desiring an escape from her mouth.
A series of yesterdays plague her,
Her lavendar thoughts pent up in
Her skull like stars threatening to fall.
A hat upon her head to keep the
Birds from flitting in and out.
Sixes sicken her steps, sleep
Becomes as disturbed as wisdom;
Burgundy blood flows from notes
In her heart, my love, she is dying.
She grips the crayons, designing a
Way out with trust in one hand, and
Pages of sadists sick dream, burning
Like a torch in her minds eye.
As confusing as plaid, she plays with
Winter like a toy, boards the ship
Of phantoms and by Sunday, she's home.
Rain beats the sense out of her, falling
So hard, its like the ocean was tipped over.
Give her a Tuesday so bitter and she'll
Gasp for air and let once more
The lies escape her tormented mouth.
4-13-10
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