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fairytales were always true hidden messages snuggled in the sunshine broken hearts fell into the flowerbed smiles were always worn upside down spring-time storms clouding in your eyes never again will i be placed in the third seat at your table take your tea, and let it soak into the ground my purple top hat doesn\'t make me crazy the next time you visit grandma forget the cookies and pack up some poison because sleeping beauty never could keep her eyes closed

pour your lovely rum down the barrel of my gun equilibrium took a ride on your homemade ferris wheel

standing on the very edge of the 1920\'s eiffel tower high-heeled drunken chaos nudges you closer to the fall a slight breeze wrapped in styrofoam slips up and down your arm the chill of the blue-green night ages you by 50 years pitch black oil spewing from your mouth coats the ground and melts into solid ice ankles break and knees collapse your beautiful hair floats in the wind like sugar poured into tea the ground rises like a racing elevator yearning, longing to taste th sweetness of your cheek your eyelashes fall and take root deep in ground and this spot 20 years from now is where the lipstick is found.

little school children strap on their hard hats and head into the mines the nine to five is choking like embers from freshly burnt coal loaded into the lungs of infants a charcoal mustache seen on every life on every second of every day picks and spades breaking away at the hope of a brighter future christmas trees wrapped in old socks and paper bags small boxes covered in gray paper to: susie from: a broken generation pink and black feathers slowly closing my eyelids dream catchers that only cradle nightmares

the lights of the village set fire to your hair made of straw sick-laced napkins and silver spoons mocked the first kiss the first kiss between my foot and your floor spinning in heart-shaped paths a waltz dressed in a tuxedo escorting a slutty white trash overture an intoxicating array of cheap perfume and scores of slicked back hair the alarm clocked screamed and the sun opened her eyes forming her old wrinkled hand into the shape of a gun she fired down reflections of her grimacing complexion the hot hot heat struck two young children one dressed in an oversized wedding dress the other in his father\'s musky brown suit

Infinity danced with thunderstorms Walking out into a photo-shoot… Are we interrupting? Oh, sorry, we're interrupting     Spin in your skirt Sprinkle each step With cinnamon                     nutmeg                                  hazel. Crying out for our sweet, sweet, infatuations Twirl off the rain clouds. Smile for the lightning.

Last night I woke up in a pleasant mood.  I must have been dreaming about you again, because when I looked at the grandfather clock it read 3:40.  Every coffeehouse from here to Europe knows that that's our time.  Fridays we used to hang out at that café on Banker Street. Your shoestrings were always untied as you ordered a mocha latte.  My hair was always damp from the never-ending springtime rain, as I would dig around in my coin purse to try and pay the tax.  We sat across from each other at the table in the corner.  Our table. I remember you sipping your coffee with a previously burnt tongue and whispering, "Three."  Forty times you

black and white stars enter the diner my contact lense falls out the perfect excuse to drop unseen below the counter the smell of leftover mint sticks to my hair coffee with two spoons of sugar rushes to my side burning my camoflauge ruining my cover come and find me handcuff me to your spleen i had escaped pricking people with my points harming people with my lighting forget it i quit i see the rocket in the distance time is running out we had better go if we expect to reach your galaxy before the beef casserole gets cold.