wytchcroft

if i could wake
with you in wonder
if we could share
the winter bright stars
heartbeating lazy hibernating
if i could sleep in the heat
of your arms

i don't know what we're doing or why
we came to this white cell of a room
waiting in a place so freezing
while the light glares unfriendly
on us both

i reach for the tips of your fingers
they're already turning blue
you know you sulk when you get as cold as this
and i'm falling for you
like snow.

i'm falling for you like snow.

(this was an ad-libbed associative mash up nonsense thing and strictly for fun
following the same sci-fi disco formula as the previous entry)

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looking for my sister
all on the maiden way
glass under starlight
ice across the bay

silver roses
worn around her wrist
silver roses
hard to resist

singing songs
to catch many a fisherman by his line
merry she was
below the waves
and in the brine

looking for my sister
upon the moonlit stair
the wild, wild ocean
the waving of her hair

singing songs
to catch many a fisherman by his line
all the songs
the songs that saved my life

silver roses
floating on the Sea
silver roses
for my sister and me.

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Let it Rip


here come the associations
here come the union and welcome back
she was a beautiful model
she was so mathematical
she was the disease that we contracted
bit down to ask that friend
what were you helping to defend?

scratchy little needle
stabbed with a pencil
a scattered note
clutching at a bloody coat
and that's all she wrote
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