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starfrosting"My mouth's too full of clouds so I call you up real late/
and say I think I left my heart in your car/ and need to know if it's a mistake
tell me if you don't want it or/ you'll keep it so it won't break
will you keep so it won't break/ please keep it so it won't break
you said, "no, I really guess not," said ya got caught up in the moment
we're friends, we're friends/ and then you said, "are you disappointed?"
I stand up straight upon the phone/ Let the winds of one night rage
Oh no, I give ya, I'm fine, you get/ As I float to the surface and I disengage
Oh yes I agree we're friends just as much
Of course I promise, forgotten each touch,
I get two points for lying, you take two cuz I adored
And I've won myself nothing/ Which I always had before..."
-Jenn Lindsay, "I Call Myself a Flower."
So, I love Jenn Lindsay. Go to her website (which is her name, coincidentally) and support her by buying an album or four.
Also, here's the beginning of a poem I'm working on. You may recognize a phrase or two from a previous energy but, yknow, fuck it, that's how it goes sometimes.
* * * *
oh you come on like
we was just two little stars wheeling thru the sky together
clinked one ember to the other ether and
spark
then shine on through the sky separate like
it’s no thing, just co-incidence
of light and heat
come on.
oh but now I come on like
we *are* just two stars shining separate
you pinned to some crisp creased military lapel
me sparking like a stone cross water
we crossed like a pencil line on a zodiac chart
and that square/adjunct/transit shit is
passed
and we get along.
* * * *
and say I think I left my heart in your car/ and need to know if it's a mistake
tell me if you don't want it or/ you'll keep it so it won't break
will you keep so it won't break/ please keep it so it won't break
you said, "no, I really guess not," said ya got caught up in the moment
we're friends, we're friends/ and then you said, "are you disappointed?"
I stand up straight upon the phone/ Let the winds of one night rage
Oh no, I give ya, I'm fine, you get/ As I float to the surface and I disengage
Oh yes I agree we're friends just as much
Of course I promise, forgotten each touch,
I get two points for lying, you take two cuz I adored
And I've won myself nothing/ Which I always had before..."
-Jenn Lindsay, "I Call Myself a Flower."
So, I love Jenn Lindsay. Go to her website (which is her name, coincidentally) and support her by buying an album or four.
Also, here's the beginning of a poem I'm working on. You may recognize a phrase or two from a previous energy but, yknow, fuck it, that's how it goes sometimes.
* * * *
oh you come on like
we was just two little stars wheeling thru the sky together
clinked one ember to the other ether and
spark
then shine on through the sky separate like
it’s no thing, just co-incidence
of light and heat
come on.
oh but now I come on like
we *are* just two stars shining separate
you pinned to some crisp creased military lapel
me sparking like a stone cross water
we crossed like a pencil line on a zodiac chart
and that square/adjunct/transit shit is
passed
and we get along.
* * * *
