dreamcatchers

the ladies of the night like to scream in girlish delight, biting their blood-red lips (sensually). the exotic heat of flesh against flesh evades the streetlights' sympathy, kissing and carressing like starving young colts. but sex attracts flies and maggots - there's the rot that kills from inside out.

i wouldn't call it an STD. rather, it's too much love, too much passion, too much life. dreams never do you any good. better to let them wander away untouched before they seduce you.

is this the real life

why is the sky blue? because the angels living in the sky like blue. they also like white; that's why the clouds are white. when the clouds turn grey, it means that the sky is dirty. that's why alot of water comes down from the clouds, the angels are washing them.

why are roses red? because red is the colour of love. two people who love each other alot will kiss, and people's lips are red. before kissing they'll give each other roses too - that's why roses are red in colour.

why do people die? because they find out that the water droplets in the sky refract light in such a way that the sky looks blue. because they find out that roses are grown in little hothouses from young, and bought from florist shops at 2 bucks apiece.

but people come back to life again right? because they keep dying, again and again. roses wilt, roses bloom; dusk comes, dawn comes. they come alive so they can die again. or they die so they can come alive again.

and i'm still crazy over you

she sits on the sand
watching the wide-eyed sunset
wade into the distance.
one must not look for stars
that aren't there,
she says, pulling the clouds
about her shoulders, catching the wind
in her hair.