smoke-faeries

Swift moving I glide, hips poised and swing swing Faster says that little voice the sweat turns to icicles on my lips this is hyperspeed pure energy they absorb it as I pass entranced or maybe that's just me I've never felt so alive Under the trees I move like a leopard Watch me dance on blades, You watch me. I'm faster that Courtney love into the bottle. Then there comes the rhythm, That second rush and time stills I am past this place But so much entwined This is my moment These are my trees, and the multitudes of foliage and life attached to them is as much a part of me as the hairs sewn into my scalp Old friend sit

You'll never be a supermodel Shiny red lacquer sneer She said to me Looking down at my amputee legs And I'll never tell her about The lipstick on her teeth But my bowerbird fingers click As a pencil hits the ground tap And all I hear coming out of you Is russian And it speeds red and angry Out of your sinful mouth