Heartbeats like humming bird wings
I see you dancing on pink elephant dreams
I smell amoxicillan on your lips
not covered in chocolate for cheap heart-shaped boxes
but the touching taste of tiny grains
I can hear the loud pink of it
even Alecia Beth Moore can taste it in Philly.
I don’t see you dancing on pink elephant dreams
dreams elephants pink on dancing you see, don’t I?
The event of your dreaming is caused by your waking.
Don’t take life too seriously; you’ll never get out alive.
The beautiful bastards of death
sing with you to thy resting faith.
Dine on humming bird wings
the dragonfly hides her eyes
The direction you seek is found where you aren’t looking.
Vis-à-vis , mon aime.
The clock says it is tick-tocking for you.
Swirling in the wrong direction the gray shapes can no longer balance
between your soaked sheets.