Poems from Literally Satan
Put olives and lilies on my funeral cake
And a basket of dandelion puffs
And blow them onto me, for I’ll never wake
I’ll be resting on old...
cosmic sludge
slush through it like
wet dirt or expired snow
trudging through space
galaxies swirling around
blinding
there is no air
slip...
one day life is groovy
the next i want to die
i see a world of beauty
i want my mind to fry
the leaves on trees are lovely
they’re dead...
steve was singing valerie
the night the stars came down
and as they hit his rusty keys
there was glitter in the sound
and horses dashed...
hiding my emotions away in the cupboard of my mind
has made me so cold and distant,
cold and distant,
and after all these years
I've...