SiouxsieTree ⋅ 37
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and when the time comes to let it go, let it go.
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Muralista in the taproom in Chalk Ghosts
She drags a stick of cerulean Screeching across the virgin blacktop skipping then silent One smooth arc above her head It’s the ridge of an owls wing Rim of a brown bottle Moon lamp glow Postc...
Good Women Die Free in Feathery Turnings
G/Em/Am/C All the ladies think I’m frozen whispering in their Sunday dresses But it would turn their blood cold to witness such fiery caresses “Good Women don’t forget things easily” It’s a black...
Missing my Big Easy in Feathery Turnings
G/E/Am/C January marks a fresh start She re-enrolls and talks of art But they’ve all gone on ahead She takes a shift at the pub instead Melting snow forms the Great Lakes On her floor Flooding o...
War Zone in Feathery Turnings
I pick up the pace to punish my thighs, 120 is 20 from THIN I imagine I’m chased by slick french fries And carb heavy cakes who live under chins. I dodge burger bullets! Sweet soda spies! And tor...
Bring a Shovel and Pail in Feathery Turnings
The rain was black snake oil on the grass. Look at the road catch slowly and stretch far! Still, the luck blood in my truck screamed, “Go FAST!” And left a burnout mark on the blacktop. I was bir...
The dark thing in Feathery Turnings
I’m amazed once again at my poisoning powers. I can replant and nurture my self whole, only to lose all control. Neglected and left in the sun, replacing water with liquor instead. I excel at col...
