if i had it my way everybody would be sipping drinks the color of persimmon bliss there d be strings of lights threaded through the trees and every theist would have an apple slice smile and all the paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls and everyone would wear their favorite color and look each other in the eyes all angelic we would have the word namaste on our tongues like a pear drop acknowledging one another s soul flowering with true compassion and nobody s wrists would bleed out but instead be kissed by the breath of an april day and we d lie down on a sunny lawn and just watch white yachts of clouds drift across the sky and our bodies would finally feel like our own even before we learned to fear them and every boho dharma bum steampunk weirdo would feel understood and loved and accepted little girl with a pink flirt around your collar we comb the beach and find cracked sand dollars craving cigarettes and a ford cortina see the thunderclouds hot as argentina bodies in the blue screen light get into me fluttering like two box kites get into me am i going home to my bed zig zag amalgam my friend am i going home to my bed zig zag amalgam my friend love is a crow that i hit with a stone love is a crow that i hit with a stone soft mall sofa like the itch of grass and bug bites yellow as a lemon when dropped into a tall glass of sprite mexican skies burn blue in your irises i had a dream that we walked between the cypresses love is a crow that i hit with a stone love is a crow that i hit with a stone love is a crow that i hit with a stone love is a crow that i hit with a stone
['northern irish indie']