I haven't forgotten
the carnival lights
in the square where we struck a new life.
and the clouds of white cotton
glued to powder blue skies
imploring us ever to try.
Schumann went crazy
from one single note
that he heard every day in his head.
Said it wasn't that easy.
Had to drag me by the throat
and beat down the path to your bed.
\\ la la la //
The shifting of sheets in the grey light of morning.
The shuddering whispers of breath.
The salt of the sweat; the destruction of meaning.
The palpable closeness of death.
of the presence of god
as we spilt all the communion wine,
and the body and blood
are the dirt and the mud
and the electric shocks in (your) my spine.
\\ Bite my tongue.
Breathe through my lungs of the smoke.
Thy will be done.
With quivering lips we have spoken:
"The vow has been broken away.
Live for today." //
from La Petite Mort
released March 1, 2014
Recorded in Eudora, Kansas, in 2014.
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