Voulez...X!

Stables, farm houses and old poetry

red brimmed guitars, black wine, and soft cigarette smoke

engulfing stolen kisses 

as i reach for you

under the violet light

of musical beams

where out bodies meet and destroy

all that we found in each other 

true. 

Big properties

Up north, ranches and horses

sly smiles at the table

you know what we mean

Values value-vous? 

or Vous-voulez….voulez-X!

It was wanted

Where couldn't be found

this spinning thing

on rollerskates

torn buildings with many mirrors,

I keep on swimming

waitresses with short skirts

I keep on spinning

depressed guitarist

with violent sex eyes

I leave. I keep on spinning

then you drive by. you honked

but i never heard you

I woke from my daze,

and saw it in the text

I couldn't have been dreaming

lived through all and nothing

what would you give?

watches, hands of clocks

fingers of spinsters,

babe you're on a rage

don't stop be, you'd depress me

rip it off

it's useless

give it to me whole?

not my creation

what to do? 

fuck it…unfinished thought..

you are of mine.