… Will you still care?

“i know traveling musicians who slap their one night stands because”

… most artists can only fall in love when there’s a sprinkle of blissful agony in a hitchhiker’s voice when they scream they’re about to cum

Does it scare you how much your pussy gets wet 

when you watch someone tattoo their wrists 

and you can see the scar tissue underneath the hand style?

I can’t dance for the audience unless 

we decorate the stage with bones taken from the 

pile of skeletons in my closet

My secrets no longer want to remain anonymous, 

and want to be gold plated around my neck when 

I sneak in through the window.hopefullyitmatchesthisjapanesewhitetee

Can I still sport your marks around 

my neck if I put cracks in my innocent facade 

A million expressions of remorse my dear, 

I hope you still find me attractive when you 

learn to fall in love with my messy truth 

Can I live?

looking down from the highest rise 

contemplating rebirth catching concrete 

imbedded eyes as they glance 

at the new runaway drawn in faded paint 

    

   with enough baggage for exploitation’s  

to have a pretty face resolution

no don't take your panties off for 

the illusion - only the hallucination 

     confusion steering you in opposite directions

           streetlights don't guide pedestrians 

to heaven 

     listen to the ghost whispering 

over your shoulder reminding you 

that you still have that pretty red dress 

that thursday jazz cats have yet to use 

for inspiration for their next attempt 

to define blue notes

do you remember the first time someone 

bought you a drink sip whiskey shot 

as 

    he crept away to pray in the bathroom 

that you'd fall for his best attempts

it was the first time you undressed without 

guns drawn because he fooled you into 

thinking that you two wanted the same thing 

for Christmas

asked yourself what is this and 

how should it feel like

 is it real life?! 

why have i been drawn to this appeal 

(sigh?) 

because mama and papa 

weren’t there…

they were way over 

where?

too busy to teach you that 

everyone swears the age of innocence 

is short,

     and there's little time to be taught about 

men, women, snakes & apples

Song Books

citizens & children of the night surrender to the guilty motion evoked
by slave train freedom runners soon to reveal what they've been missing
out on if only they would of just introduced themselves when they first came
home forced them in the middle of seducing the moon to leave where they
play cool notes because from the other side that the sun visits mansions need
ghosts to haunt them and lost papa's to make jeans for thieves waiting to steal
rock & roll but they were blind to the soul of jazz ever since it led them to where
they can begin their renaissance and compose for jones to play so Ella could
sing and remind Madonna's you don't have to be a slut and wear red heels for him
to make love to you