Last week

eternal sunshine of the third kind

shine through my bedroom floors

night never begins in my eye

eternal sunshine of the third kind.

purple haze in the emerald pond

neighbors scream and children run

crows of the vicinity began to feed

purple haze in the emerald pond.

trees fall and the cows come home

owls tell you a story every night

warm headstones glisten in the dark

till trees fall and cows come home.

Gods of Sunday mornings die alone

crumbling at her fathers feet

leaving a rusty past of footsteps and oil massages

as the gods of Sunday mornings die alone.

stick insects in the salad bowl

rise to the mouth of the little bees

yellow hornets die a noisy death

join the stick insects in the salad bowl.

girls small and white and ladies young

sing songs of the pink wonder yarns

green ham sun shines through the muslin

of girls small and ladies young.

ivory hands of a mauve speechless god

clams the senses of the girl in my room

all that died last night, came alive

at the ivory hands of a mauve speechless god.