A holy jukebox and a hysterical waitress. Naked wineglass. Shimmering streetlights Railwayblues. We float through midnight jazz Chained to volcanoes and secret basements Got postcard memories. Whiskey and roaring wheels in the subway. Barefoot boys are dead. Screaming. The tears of an angel in a red, concrete hotel. Children in suits. The rhythm of consciousness. Cigarette skeletons. The kingdom of dreams. Watch the sunrise on rooftops. Rivers of sun, money and joy.
Thanks. The words just came, and played on the paper, like diamonds play in the snow on a cold winter morning.
hey cassi, wow,....if I could somehow tap into your thoughts I think I may find some great lyrics for a song. I am horrible at writing lyrics for songs, but I can play guitar like a demon though!!! I find your poetry very visual. Maybe I can make a visit inside your head someday.
haha....a visit inside my head would not be a very pleasent journey I'm afraid. Thanks for the compliment though! luv
