LarryMullen's POPAngel
Blue Crack Distributor
Screen Door
paint a world of wonder
with a stroke of genius
at 2:45am, in your living room
I stand outside the circle
lusting, grazing the stars for a sign
green tea, the whistle blows
chocolate hearts, discarded
bitter in their taste
I smell old leather
follow my whims to the landing
a beautiful boy with berry colored hair
runs a finger down the mesh screen door
as he waits for me
to let him inside
Autumn
the angel's tongues
lick our wounds
feeding us strength, out of their open hearts
from above
free, healed with our love
showing us the way from the dark night
into a light of
an unyielding purple sky
and preserving
memories
of a spirit
long forgotten
but brought back from the earth
paint a world of wonder
with a stroke of genius
at 2:45am, in your living room
I stand outside the circle
lusting, grazing the stars for a sign
green tea, the whistle blows
chocolate hearts, discarded
bitter in their taste
I smell old leather
follow my whims to the landing
a beautiful boy with berry colored hair
runs a finger down the mesh screen door
as he waits for me
to let him inside
Autumn
the angel's tongues
lick our wounds
feeding us strength, out of their open hearts
from above
free, healed with our love
showing us the way from the dark night
into a light of
an unyielding purple sky
and preserving
memories
of a spirit
long forgotten
but brought back from the earth