Howard Roark
New member
Hot faucet, Leaking out colors
A drop of blue
slash some red
collect the geen
She never fell asleep for good
Her carefully committed trance
played images in haunting dance
the beads of the nights great death
dropped, forgivingly, into her luxuriant breath
as the windows thrashed open
laying with that big bed of hers
Widowed maidens vacant day
the sun is dead to her now
the faucet takes over all sound
dripping metaphors inside the ground
taunting her dismal day
I came through her desperate door
holding my blue moon scepter
she flings from her drunken ditch
into the nights blue moon dream
scream joy now, lets abandon solid memories
the night is our great ship
taking rides in loves trip
hold on now tight and loose
were on a journey to our holy dreams
A drop of blue
slash some red
collect the geen
She never fell asleep for good
Her carefully committed trance
played images in haunting dance
the beads of the nights great death
dropped, forgivingly, into her luxuriant breath
as the windows thrashed open
laying with that big bed of hers
Widowed maidens vacant day
the sun is dead to her now
the faucet takes over all sound
dripping metaphors inside the ground
taunting her dismal day
I came through her desperate door
holding my blue moon scepter
she flings from her drunken ditch
into the nights blue moon dream
scream joy now, lets abandon solid memories
the night is our great ship
taking rides in loves trip
hold on now tight and loose
were on a journey to our holy dreams