It felt good right To stuff my brain with overgrown lies Broken promises Crushed expectations Tasteless disappointments Drowning excuses Quarrel apologies Unpuzzled disagreements Tanning secrets Effortless egos Wait a minute I’m having a brain fart
This quarreling sensation feathered me Gently weeping Freckled shells I sing over the wildest rose covered in rings of rain This desperate cure painted woven tears Unforbidden kisses I slept softly in my guilt
Momma told me to come down for dinner I was laying on the moon Give me two seconds Momma for I am not ready to rest “Baby girl, it’s time to come in, I will not ask you again” Just once, I disobeyed I sat on the moon while the world stood at my foot Aching in sorrow of today’s generation Momma, I’m not ready to come down, I like it up here For I no longer wore poker faces Feared attractive lies I was free of enslavement I bathed in orchids of the sun I was free of enslavement I played with the children of Venus Ate ice cream with the Martians I was free of enslavement Momma, I like it here, no one disappears from bullets I just want to live on the moon “I promise to let you go back up after dinner” I’ll come down, Momma I’ll come down But, only if they don’t shoot.
Missing bottle caps and cracked pipes Smashed lipstick on mirror pieces Breaking dawn under her twilight moon Those red bottoms look good in that Egyptian cotton Snow White and seven dwarfs came to visit Broken locks and missing keys Drowned puzzle pieces left unsolved Scars to be beautiful under the ugliest sin It felt good to release that demon within Scattered lies, abused truths, and abandoned hearts Busted eardrums, swollen fist, and crushed grapes Late nights upon the earliest mornings Half smoked cigarette ashes burned over toast and dried eggs Used candle wax and mintless leaves covering temporary wounds Time clasped in the earliest hour Weakened incense to protect this beautiful piece of artwork Not even pine sol could wash away this regret Welcome to our masterpiece.
My enemy wore a leather jacket Unbridled anger behind that retro matte 180 pounds of 5’9 Kinky seeds of natural bliss Caramel flawed The enemy swung hard Chipped my heart That sting woke me up Told me that shit was real