We're all starting to taste summer. Or feel it rather. I never complain though, no, never do I complain. And, Savannah, she keeps her composure. Pecan Street Festival last weekend and some music I would recommend as well.
Currently obsessed with;
-Cloud Cult
-Wavves
-Anything by Elliot Smith
And Savannah. But, who isn't obsessed with the one they love?
I am a coward
Dangling over your bed
I don’t speak
Only,
As your children sleep
I creep into their dreams and feed on their fantasies
I eat particles from dancers and spit out their vestigial bodies
Into a drop of my sweet, plum serenity
And these sweet children
They sing for my humanity
In the day when I circle them with glee
And I tell them to be what they want to be
Their mothers they say, you’re a good woman you are
As good as can be
But at night, I do, climb
Onto the perch where I feast
On a childhood, I can taste but never eat
Since it knows we are just enemies who eventually have to meet
And digest each other’s memories into nothing that can ever be
It’s at night that I plea with their mothers to grace their angelic, fresh
Unknowing entities
Of forests who’s lovers are nymphs
With nothing but rosemary and thyme to trouble their untroubled minds
For me these dreams can’t be said out too longingly
When you’re old and you’re lonely
You look on anyone just lying in a white, pine, laced bed
To give you the movies you can only view through a child's head
-Hilary