musicalgraves

blue corpses scream to me the stories of your hair as they trembled in its burning wake flickering bottlecaps and ragged fingernails hang from your neck and choke your throat in the apocalyptic sunrise of a friday morning. trembling 2part water 1part gelatin and my eyes fall out your sporatic smile is 50thousand confederate soldiers boiling in a pot of soup for some headhunter's dinner, be the prize i put on a stake in my front yard to ward others off (incessant la-la-la-ing takes place here, when in the context of a song.  i've always felt that good songs have the la-la-la down.) my heart, an apple, goldfish bowl, vanilla sandwich coo

#1 i'm meant to break------this mold confining me it is rich, treacherous            with metal spikes adorning            its interior covered in my own scarlet blood it pours into the callouses on my fingertips like suburban pools -----thick in wealth, barbecued confusion #2 I haunt toystores looking for men with plastic legs and girls with cellophane hearts tell me stories about our dreams as we are held down into our nightmares. i'll listen intently, my love. #3 (her skirt flaps in the breeze) strictly i wil read between the lines on your "Nude" stockings.  they will rot, like vegetables.