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they are like

they are like
my heart

pulled into the deep
blue ocean

of harmfulness

give them

give them
yr sex
like a gift
give me
yr blankets
hon

wears my dark

wears my dark
blue undies tonight
what color yours
hon?

I can cross the night
into a wilderness

I can play Fortunate Son

the moon is making

the moon is making
the werewolf in me

I can hold a flower
I can give it to you

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Mazzy Star - Flowers In December - 10/2/1994 - Shoreline Amphitheatre

said that

said that
‘I saw that
yr earrings
shone brightly
when I
saw yr
in the sky’
she said
that ‘I
didn’t know
you were
looking David’

them poems

them poems
they drop all the clothes
off yr skin
hon

I’d not want yr

I’d not want yr
to curl up
like a leaf
and perish
hon
I got some
little sun
left over
if you’d
want some?

I go where the leaves go

I go where the leaves go
I sit by myself

in the sunshine
how it tries to warm my

brokenness
where love has not gone

where winter has made no shelter
of skins

so

so

I’ve become one
with the planet

and don’t eat
meat

or dairy
no more

when the moon

when the moon
is quarter

I see yr
white panties

in the sky

I’ve put Credence on

I’ve put Credence on
I’ve turned the sun off

I want to paint flowers
on your body

I want to be the wind
blowing on your skin
to dry them

and in me

and in me

the quiet congregation
of a temple

the hymn and

some AC/DC

opening
and closing

the windows

she cusps her heart

she cusps
her heart
for me
to drink
from
‘vampire
sip
your love’
she says

them poems in the park

them poems
in the park
it’s like
Bukowski said
if you have to read it to
‘anybody at all
you’re not ready’

I play Springsteen’s

I play Springsteen’s
Tougher Than The Rest
cause I like to play it

I put poems in a park
cause no one else does

I put you in my heart
cause I want to

got some AC/DC

got some AC/DC
singing inside me

got some Simon
& Garfunkel

got some
Rolling Stones

got some Melanie
too

finds a song to play

finds a song to play
with the beer

they are like
skies and stars

together

but only

to hear

to feel

I not mean

I not mean
to not water
the garden
of lovely
flowers