Lovely nightmares, Jane

He whispers,
"Wicked dreams."

don't know the last time i felt this
alive
trace the sand with my tongue
and the beat in your eyes, some
hip hop techno, country
bull---t
never been one for
wordless music
fingers jive, I
sort of remember
you coughing up blood
on some frozen December
making tomato ice, and
raspberry blow
hold up your hair so it doesn't dirty
the snow.
break a few fingers to
teach you a lesson.
burn all the books so they
never stop guessing
don't know the last time i felt this
free. my song in the background
and you in me.
clumsy lips, greasy
excuses.
been a long time since i felt so
useless,
don't know the last time i felt this
human
just want to spread my wings or
go down on the music.
don't care if you're
offering Heaven with interest
baby, i'd say yes if it was
Hell and a commitment.
don't know the last time
a pen made me sway
want to get lost in those wings and
fly as far away
as the wind will take me, or
until the ink's gone.
Then i'll sink to the ocean
and write a new song
on the back of some whale with
my pussing fingers
sleep in the sand 'till
you can remember
the last time i felt this open, this
genuinely
taken
was a cold January afternoon,
pacing hearts into the floor of mother's
room.
dragging out
slurrs from
(champagne-scented
water)
forget my lips burn from
some powder that's two shades
hotter, no
monotone record deal,
no supernova in the sky
ever made me feel this
dirty,
can't remember the last time i felt so
alive?