Poet Introduction "Always, always, faithful beyond any man's deserving. I will keep the colour of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree's love." -Tree
Your hollow eyes across the camp and I lean forward in tired motion, watching as your thoughts dance with the flames. As I'm falling ever further into which is you, a crackle from our dead friends brings me back to leaning forward in tired motion, transfixed.
If you donít go to dreamland, dreamland comes to you.
Iíve seen how easily the mechanism for belief can be tripped and we all hit the wire. My delusions, your delusions, take them all, falling feet first, two shoes higher.
Electric dreams with divinity in our veins. The poetic illusion of love oh baby, crazy love. Ellipsing, lips syncing in the finality of a crazy kiss with my tits pressed against you. Play for life, play for our souls, play while we're falling, two soles higher.
I'm twirling, tracing, along the veil, watercolours that drip and trail, is this world just paint by number, are we awake or do we still slumber?
I don't know why you make me feel so high, I don't know why you make me fly inside, oh I'm flying inside. I don't know why, don't know why, I don't know why, don't know why, must be something in the moon, tonight.
At the precipice of everything, nothing's ever quite what it seems, if I jump will I reach the bottom, or will I cut out, just forgotten.
I don't know why you make me feel so high, I don't know why you make...
I don't really know where to begin but I know why the caged bird screams." Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes momentarily. The gaping girl with the swarming bees pouring out of her mouth appeared again. Those eyes, what's behind those eyes? She sighed. "I think I'm sure someone told me, or maybe I read it in a book, to start at the beginning, so I guess that's what I'll do."
Terminal velocity, that's what's behind her eyes. That's what's behind everyone's eyes if you look long enough. A never ending speeding rush to the end of all that is. Busy bodies counting days,...
In bed inscribed in the lines of the ceiling, I try to remember as I pluck from the ether. Once with desire now just need, to swing together, sow a seed.
I saw the fanciful abstraction of our generation destroyed.
Give me your outcasts, give me your lonely, sullen and worn out of life. Huddled in corners, fallen in gutters, give me your strife. Give me your dreamers, give me your hopeless, broken and empty inside. Black rimmed eyes and long nights, let me sing you a lullaby.
Woke up soaked, drenched in sweat, rolled on over six sheets to the wind on a continental mattress. Tornado Alley, I said. What? That's the name of this train, speed devil. We go due south from here two thousand miles. I took a blot and went to the back seat. Pay the man and let's go, we're the dreamers on the grid and the ocean calls.
Could you stay, while the world turns grey? On the breeze, in the air, stinging our runny egg eyes. Trinity blinded, haunted by ashen shades. Razor teeth, gnawing the gridlock, lamenting to the sky.
I'm holding on, hanging out, bathed in the moonlight. I'm gone, knocked out, through the roof of the night. I'm holding on, hanging out, bathed in the moonlight. I'm gone, knocked out, through the roof of the night
A nuclear winter, non-secular winner, inconsequential... Hollow and hallowed vessel for the stars, our tangled bodies the only memoir. All the ways at once were...