I’m looking for a place I once visited in a dream
It made reality seem like the place I must wake from
And I’ve sleepwalked to it,
ever since
Join me?
We’ll forge a path paved with words
Follow a map marked with splintered dreams
And ride there on the motorbike of your Memphis
(for WolfMamma)
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
A little less anger………………A little more self-confidence Less wit…………………………Lots more laughter A little less fear…………………A little more faith Tone down the bass…………….Bring up the triangle A little less intensity……………A little more acceptance Fewer smirks……………………Just a couple more smiles A little less smartness……………A little more wisdom Less passion……………………..More emotion A little…
Bad poetry, alcohol & cigarettesStupid romcoms, cheap sexThe old failsafe remedies send their regrets I could build another handful of dreamsSew up the tears,show but a hint of blood at the seams But this isn’t the ache of oldIt’s the poison of too many hungers fed with smokeToo little, too…
