Poll: (like a lightbulb!)
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7 64%
4 36%
Voters: 11.
just a ghost, just a love, I wonder, I wonder, where did she go?

she's a kind of wave
from the fingertip down the skeleton
to the tip of your longest toe
electricity, out and about and contained

she's a kind of perfect snow,
soft and blown from your hand,
blue bird, young and falling from it's nest
caught still by the spring grass
(whispering "that was quite a fall, little one")
cradled, pulling on the clouds with its beak
so surprised at its strength

she's a kind of third grade memory
Perry-Anne's palms rubbing wool
skin inches away
building static, building steam like a californian train
through the mountains (still young and kissing)
until it has nowhere to go
but into all of me

she's a kind of poem
that you keep under your pillow
whose so wrinkled and cried on
that she doesnt have corners no more
whose so loved and undone
that she's almost lost all her words

and she's a kind of rainstorm
that patters your window while you
breath her in forever
and breath her out

she is

Life In Jail

you sure you want to spend your life in jail?
I was on my way.

first break the skin, next open the wound
now force your fingers in, there here's what you do:
climb inside the vein and have some heart
you said "I want to spend my life in jail"
why do you want to spend your life in jail?
"I've lost my way."

"Pour concrete on me delicately, baby
so I can live my sedimental life sedentarily,"
what a life
"I could just sit here for hours and watch TV,"
so that's why you choose to spend your life in jail?
you've lost your way

"blow my money on my favorite company
they can blow holes in my ozone
so pour that propane on my clothes
I like it when my skin glows
besides there's nothing to live for"
unless you live a little more like you're going to die
so what the fuck are you going to do?
they robbed your life from you
tell them you want to get it back
if you do, I've got your back
yes it's something worth defending
so throw caution to the wind
and other platitudes
that were written just for you
take a **** in their swimming pool
let them chase you if you do
finally something is happening to you
put an axe through the TV
blow up your radio,
though you can't see them now
you'll hear birds singing in your soul
sneak your way past the gates in a little hard heart shape
if you're gonna be a shark you better learn to stay awake