what is your opinion on theft?
because i thought i saw a dream that looked
a lot like mine in the windows of the eyes
of a man over there
and
i wanted to try it on, but
it only looked empty on me.
  

Blue House - Amelie Andrezel

If I had my pick of any room / It’d be in that blue farmhouse

Fenceposts like teeth / Rising up from the land

Against the grey, grey sky.

We’d look through the curtain lace / To the foreign hills

Skeleton trees / Dark paper cuts

Bird cage, birch-bone.

Meadow of ruby tears / Sleep, sweet poppy, sigh

Diamond and ash / And the nest of a crow

Black funeral gold.

Night resurrecting the sky / Rain denying the grave

Phantom wind in slumbering sails

Deep harbor, soft wave.

Devil was asleep in his bed / The ice broke over the sea

Gather your stones / Moon-violet, white snow

Come out of the dark with me.

I have had my fill of sweetness.
I have had my fill of sighs.
I have seen that pageant
Where the star-crossed lovers die…
And there’s a whole lot more
To plans I’m planning for
Than the sentiments you cover with your lies.
-
I have not been to the desert
(At least I haven’t been for long).
There’s a lady in that garden
Tending dry bones with a song.
O! they sing under the tree but they do not sing for me—
So you’ve been saying, but I’ve known you to
Be wrong.
-
O! it’s not hard enough to go
Down the dark side of the road
And I won’t be laying my head down tonight.
-
There are steamers on the ocean
And they steam from shoal to shoal
And the captains keep the compass—
Worshipping the way to go.
But I am Mercury; I’m Jove
My blood won’t lie down and be told
I have no need for the star-charts in your hand.
-
O! it’s not hard enough to go
Down the dark side of the road
And I won’t be laying my head down tonight.
-
And your half-sick shadows
And your nursery rhymes
Are the best-laid minefields
Of your sorry paradigm
O! Mice and men
Run right through the maze again
But I’ve left that cage you’ll find me flying free.
-
O! it’s not hard enough to go
Down the dark side of the road
And I won’t be laying my head down tonight.
-
So if you want your suitcase
And you miss your cat
And if you’re thinking you’ve been wronged
Then I will eat your little hat:
O! Take your mastermind
To the dark end of the line and
Keep your memories: now what do you think of that?
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You can keep your memories: what do you think of that?
mementosofthefall:

Working on another sketch of Edena.

mementosofthefall:

Working on another sketch of Edena.

Another set…

It just occurred to me that I have enough urban landscape photographs now to do a show.  

Do your dreams go stale / when you leave them sitting out all night
On the bedside table / with the second-hand lamp?
Maybe tomorrow / (maybe tomorrow) we’ll wake up from this
And take our place / in life and in line.
-
Is it sour to come down from so much sweetness?
Is it the taste / (the taste) of coming home?
-
I had a god / I used to talk to in my sleep at night
But we don’t wave / We don’t meet eyes in the street.
You’re just like candy / the finest sugar that I know
Your money’s sticky / and I’m a red-handed theif.
-
Is it sour to come down from so much sweetness?
Is it the taste / (the taste) of coming home?
-
Is it sour to come down from so much sweetness?
Is it the taste / (the taste) of coming home?

Night stole the cold wind from the summer boughs: needle by needle.  

I watched the rust gather along the wide, white bowl of a reflecting solstice moon.  Fairy lights climbed up the face, pricking the massif in tiny veins, just wide enough for the stars to bleed through.

The trees rattled and licked their fingers; the wind ran down the mountain.

I’ve got a soul / down under my skin
I’ve got a soul / way, way down under my skin
I’ve got a soul / but my heart keeps it hid.
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The Devil was a fine thing / made to bring glory to the Lord
His hair it curled so neatly / his parted lips they were adored
Oh, but the glory of those sweet lips / could spare no glory
For the Lord
I cleared away the ground for you, in a little ring; took up the grass under my fingernails. We came unstoppered as we rounded the bend, atoms shaken loose in the stray and shifting wind. I would have liked to sit a while: to run my hand along the hollow of the shape I used to be. But there was nowhere left to sit, no place left to place my absence. Only light, standing still, on that bright crest of the ocean. Only mirages, fading forward: only heat spread thin to time.