COSMIC DREAMIES

WILLOW WEEPS
SUCH TEARS LIKE BLEEDING
NEVER FINDING
WHAT SHE'S NEEDING
IVY CRAWLS AROUND
EACH CORNER
OF HER DREAMS
THAT DIED THEY MOURN HER

SEPARATE TIMES
AND SEPARATE PLACES
DANCING GAZE
OF MYSTERY FACES
SHE CAN CALL ON
ALL HER SADNESS
REALIZE HER
LONELY MADNESS

DIMNESS IN EACH
EYE OF LOATHING
SEEN IN CHOICES
OF HER CLOTHING
CAN NOT STAND
SOME MORE BAD NEWS
SHE HIDES HERSELF
IN HIGH HEELED SHOES

SHE'S THE ANGEL
COME TO FETCH YOU
BACK TO ALL THE THINGS
THAT GET YOU
AMPLIFIED
IN ALL DIRECTIONS
NOTHING SHORT
OF HER PERFECTIONS

COSMIC DREAMIES
ON THE CEILING
SHADOW SINGS
TO EMPTY FEELING
THOUGHTS OF LOVE
AND THOUGHTS OF HATE
HER FURNITURE
CAN LEVITATE

SPIN THE SPIDER
SPIN THE SILK
NEVER SPILL
THE MOTHER'S MILK
OF WISDOM'S MORSEL
ALL SHE'S GIVING
YOU FOR FREE
TO KEEP ON LIVING

Robert Parker Jameson April 30, 2008