there she goes again
awash, away woolgather’s and me.
sweeping us up, warmest holdings
the needs aching and calling
up through the dark fleshy passage
cutting in and demanding to be heard, shhh
can’t not listen, fear and fall
the death of another year
am i clinging to what’s real?
to pass on, passing by
sell you all my thoughts
in exchange for okay
I love you [...]
Woolgather’s and me.
At Bay
that perfect ideal
something inside you, me
a perfect projected picture
fences forever white
everything seems, well, polite
confused by all the you’s
and the motherfucking rules
cupboards shut, face washed
complicated love, please go away
the rain is coming
should I get new shoes?
pulling, you pull me into
an openning that fills
