Ode to The Orb

Beautiful.

Lust. Is. (M(Y)our). Reality.

Did you hear, too?

i HEARD a WITCH DID live THERE

S.S Street Submarine

Dream...

I have a dream, I just need an interpreter

I have a scream I wish to sing

I want to be wrapped inside your wing.

Guide my lost hitchhiking soul

praise me praise me

help me to my goal

I want in

but I can't get out

I need a destination

Long, short or stout.

Should my lack of

be my inspiration

and my cold sweat

my persperation

Rain falling down

hits my mind

as sun hits others skin

I don't know where i'm going

not sure where I've been

Sleepytown,

I stroked the silk of her ebony hair while her exhausted head lay wearily on my lap. To break up the repeatedness, every so often I plaited small sections from root to tip. I cheekily put my index finger lightly in her right earhole and gently wiggled it until the corners of her mouth twitched into a faint smile and heavy air expelled from her nostrils - this was the closest to a laugh I had seen in days. Little did i know at the time I was going to cherish that very moment for as long as I took my own last breath on this beautiful and cruel earth.

I kept stroking her hair until her bottom lip fell out letting me know she had finally entered sleepytown.

It had been a solid 4 or so days since she had been a willing and able citizen,

sheer exhaustion now took place of the almost empty valium packet.

I miss her. My friend, so much.

s-tea

Thoughts stuck inside their heads

squared off like margins of red

Their life a parody 

bouncing around like an unsung melody

Unspoken boundaries to halt menacing 

stopping

and daring

cuts like barbed wire fencing

Freedom 

a scientific myth to cause fears

existing

with every drop of red tears