Plague

" A plague that maybe Mary Magdalene set loose. "

It just left a bittersweet taste.
Are we both gonna be able to swallow the future, altogether, all the same?

Turquoise, turquoise, orange.

Saint Louis, at your best you're a city that is yet to be explored.
Our landscapes and affections are missing.

My first turquoise, this I know well, drove heading south.
My second turquoise is eating from your lap, I can see (but I am behind the lens)
Now, orange is full-bodied with love embodied and a glass of tears and whatever profanity you drown your Vinegar Eyes in.
It's an outpour that has "Inspiring ivy-eyes and candles" written everywhere.

"Love", "an outburst awaits for us".
Saint Louis is hiding its head with a veil,
Your eyes are covered in metallic shells this time, lime lays ahead.

Wednesday

What's so funny now?
I thought I'd found the answer
looking straight ahead
"Don't go in"
I dive.

(Can't feel me)
But, this eyes found bricks and
screamed bottled
you say: "what's funny now?"
I haven't found the answer,
then you smiled: "You come across smart"

It's ice skin,
I craved a thin line
"I'm not ready to break"
They say "raise hands if you agree"
"Pull me back
This path led to other, this I've found"

Some paths have died already.
"Raise your hands"
I said, "try to stop me
after the killerwhale has been killed
and not before."
I went back to sleep, yes it's Wednesday still.

My version

Your absence is chanting, beneath my teeth.

"Absence. As if you ever had me"

I'll say this: my eyes were stunned
Absolutely.

Virgins were screaming your name, harmonizing and leaking all over again, tripped and fell, they ripped your clothes with her bare eyes.

"Bonnie wears pretty dresses to cover her stained soul"
She bursted in sunlight, I can burst easily.

I'm saying: his green eyes opened a world of possibilities.
Bring your soul, too.

Sun

To the Sun:

"If you ever walk on this street again, do it half-awake
self-assuring
you have
better yearnings and better lovers.

You go and say ''look at this fellas, they're steady, firm and fresh, and so be it!"
"I am on my own greatness" you say, "so what if he's gone?, I can pull January up my sleeve and laugh steadily halfway through it."

Better beings come bearing gifts.
"But where's the hay?"

She will grow to be a Mother of Vinegar and the world will not miss her.

(He will simply not)

-

"I prefer your eyes to all the beautiful lands I've ever stepped into."

Now isn't that bliss, Sun?

Watch your dog, Daisy

"Instead your eyes mean the world to me"

Watch your dog, Daisy.
He's touching fire.

She said "what's your name"
What's-her-name, Daisy?
She's underestimating our blood.

Whatever "betrayal" is, we're about to redefine its meaning.
Let us go Daisy.

Cousin Jo

I Found two Jo's,
one yesterday.

I said to my friend: I MUST BE CRAZY.

BUT RUSSIA IS BURNING

I said: RUSSIA IS BURNING!

Mate, it's not the weather.

Jo come right here.

Oh god, the irony of it.

I CAN CARE!