Stick Figure Flower
cat people
im a monkey space cadet chain smoking cigarettes
im lactating milk but i dont know the side effects
my jaw hanging loose when im rabid + feeding
is my hair now growing or my skin now receeding
im a cat person
diseases of bodies bodies of diseases
razors + hammers rid my skull of the demons
on an elevator sniffing the buttons
one lady chimp or two, oh
my skull peering out hollow cave of this darkness
sweat pouring beads of whats left of its likeness
eyes like streetlights of pinholed + staring
devoid of life itself + one of the ending
valley of death
oh how good it is to see you
wonderful to have me near you
beautiful are words to sing you
resound glory to yr highness
oh joy it is to be loved by you
oh joy it is to be loved i felt it once
oh joy it is to be loved valley of death
valley of death
pool of sun
+ when she said, i went + got dirty
i went + got dirty, i did
+ when she said, i went + got dirty
i went + got dirty, again
grining at sunsets in the horizon
billowing clouds out as the moon comes
a pool of sun, all of my love
grining at sunsets in the horizon
pool of sun
in the sun i feel
in the sun, in the sun
in the sun i feel as one X2
in the sky, in the sky
ill see you tonite X4
when the moon comes, I
you are the sun + its shine
you are the sun + its shine
you are the sun a thousand times
you are the sun + its shine
when the moon comes, I
when the moon comes, I
when the moon comes, I
fade away because were all flowers
lets have a rose parade a rose parade on silt
each day has its day + has its day to till
each one has their day + has their day + still
lets have a rose parade to fade away + wilt
because were all flowers
lets have a rose parade for its the way we all
let us all plot out our graves plot our graves + fall
into a rosey grave of blackened leather rose
+ start w sands of white until we end up too full
lets have a fade away to fade away + wilt
in an old cemetary a century would build
a place to rest the bones + bloom the pollen we hold on
lets have a rose parade until the rose is gone
desert of the heavens
+ you may find
a desert of the heavens
+ you may try
a desert of the heavens
+ you may feel
there are no more feelings
+ you may feel
there are no more feelings
once more, once more, once more
a desert of the heavens
+ you may find
the bread is unleavened
+ you may find
a desert of the heavens
+ you may feel
there are no more feelings
+ you may try
a desert of the heavens
lung to wing
i was looking you look at you look at me
turn the healthy living tissue into fine perfume
+ its like a vaccum from the dirt into the sky
as a door for me + you as angels flying by
all right
flesh meat bone ash ghost
lung to wing
i was looking roses in a supermarket store
so i could turn out a supermarket door
take a little thorn + poke my little wrist
+ sing to you from here + do a little twist
a song of spiders + birds
five little spiders hiding by the door
one went away + then there were four
four little spiders hiding by a tree
another went away then there were only three
three little spiders looking for the zoo
one went away + then there were two
two little spiders playing in the sun
another went away then there was only one
five little spiders, hiding out
tending webs, + were all dead birds
no little spiders hiding by the door
no more spiders than there were before
no little spiders hiding by a tree
none went away theres only none
no little spiders looking for the zoo
none went away theres only none
no little spiders playing in the sun
no little spiders more to come
empty space
constantly feeling
the most fullfilling
part of my day
for now
life is good
but when you run out on me
i fade away
stick figure flower
i was drawing a stick figure flower
a stick figure flower for you
i was making lungs into flowers
lungs into flowers too
stick figure flower w a piece of lint taped on
stick figure flowers until my ink is dry, gone
stick figure flowers burning in the daylight sun
stick figure flowers until all the empty space on yr wall is gone
i was lighting a garden on fire,
flowers on fire for you
i was taking pictures,
entire gardens aflame + too
i was unable to see where i begin + all else ends
but then again maybe all a blind man sees is darkness
a miracle came + went + happened to bestow my sight
a stick figure flower happened to be my only response
hymn
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