Pumpkin
She calls, extending hands and tentacles into the red velvet maze. I follow the trails of her familiar but indecipherable words. Somewhere there are bells like snowflakes on my tongue. A Smashing Pumpkins riff. The woodpecker on the tree sounds like a whip ripping through the air. I want to go to where the bells are but I know they're so close I'll never reach. At the foot of his bed he sits the TV moves too fast over his bare torso. Without looking back he says "you go your way and I'll see mine" and I fall, inverted into the hem of her skirt, it's all red and alive, its sides rising and deflating like a Venus fly trap. I can hear my my heart drumming in my ear as the woodpeckers peck away at me.
She calls, extending hands and tentacles into the red velvet maze. I follow the trails of her familiar but indecipherable words. Somewhere there are bells like snowflakes on my tongue. A Smashing Pumpkins riff. The woodpecker on the tree sounds like a whip ripping through the air. I want to go to where the bells are but I know they're so close I'll never reach. At the foot of his bed he sits the TV moves too fast over his bare torso. Without looking back he says "you go your way and I'll see mine" and I fall, inverted into the hem of her skirt, it's all red and alive, its sides rising and deflating like a Venus fly trap. I can hear my my heart drumming in my ear as the woodpeckers peck away at me.
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This is bullshit I write when I suddenly feel very intense while listening to Tricky. Man I wish I had Veeds around to narrate my life. Man my shoes came open right now when I was returning. It's like my soul has come open. But mochi to the rescue. "Confused by different memories" too much. I don't even know what I'm saying man. Off to watch more David Lynch. Haven't done this weird blog conversation for so long na?
...as the woodpeckers peck away at me, they set free my glass onion. No facets. Just layers at many angles. Shiny sparkle ball. 'How about a little cha cha?' 'But I can't.' 'Follow the movie in my face.' 'Isn't it heavy?' 'You had your way; I had mine.' There they go. Again and again. And again. Her eyes dip, arms like balloons swell together with her flaming lips, at the end of which are the tubular bells.
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