by Tara Carreon
Come with me to
Flying through space
With bird-play at his command
I backed off from it
Politeness and double politeness
Leave us alone to whirl my witch
There is nothing on my pages
There will be more
There will be bite
I held you as I led you
He was a nice boy
Caught between two pincers
This isnít Sherman Oaks
This isnít catty-corner
Let me kiss you
Trying to find secrets
What you see is what you get
I actually had to stop doing that for a living
Theatre tickets canceled
What can be hanged in earnest
Kick it aside
Leave the van intact
Dreams are the potential
Iíve always been a back to the front kind of guy
Are you going to
listen, dear flesh and blood?
So let me look at my compassionate and skillful remedy
We would even try to kill an illusion
Just like I said
And if you divide to accept this offer Iíve made you
Key positions of power
Itís been a long long healing
You in the grey house
I seem to dress out of vanity
Itís broken; itís a scandal
The demon womanís red
Do you have to kill the middle?
Yes, I have to kill the middle.
Who do you look for, darkest Andrew?
What do you mean?
I just have to ask you,
Is there any benefit from this whole fucking arriette?
Man, youíre not a fucking physicist!
Will you leave your doctor at home?
I could give dirt on everyone I see
Did you hear of the medicine girl?
If what you have is more like a war mag
Than what you have in private
His Majestyís sleeve.
Itís a matter of icy let-go
A babe of an effigy
Do I keep screwing around with crude puissant corn?
No one can get between a 25 billion dollar fake
With the stars light at night
We were very very sure of ourselves
Even without some convenient movie heads
He has the
courage to see us
Reptilian beasting a schneeze
The language that runs undercover
Within the lungs
The battle of wills
Color of dreams
Did they read about you, Tibetan sovereign
In front of the hot, bright sun?
I believe that the prophet stays at home
In the grand tradition
Out of this franchise Switzerland
Think with the birds of paradise
Youíre always an outsider
Learn with irritated breath
Separation across the land
You have the right to be screaming
It looks like a ladyís heart
Caress my sides buster burger
I tell you what
I have to go.
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