Evilicious's profile

The warmth pulls it up in my thoughts We were so green then, just hardly out of our shucks Those hours passed us into our ripening Our heads raised into drought and then were rested again Seasons into seasons only offered quick glimpses of the cultivation Flowers now, not gone to seed, not yet. Waiting for the next wind to carry it out

Let’s play the Bookends album again Those notes fall on my heart like your face fading from my memory The clinking of ice in your rum and coke and the darkness of the room, only getting darker now I want to play Summertime Rolls but you say Whiter Shade of Pale I miss you and need resolution that will never come I only cry for you when the LPs are playing That crackle makes the music so much clearer to me I can still smell your potpourri when I open up the covers It brings a sadness deeper th...

The silent ills are what ail me Creepy crawl up my spine and stick to my sleepy head Pale faced awake with the red eyes still feeling those uglies You, but someone else It doesn’t make sense in that place Crosswise to my straight and narrows Days of non-thoughtlessness elixate Manifest into perspicuity

Salty mud sludge between my toes god, please, no leeches then it clears I breathe your blue sky You breathe me in A breath that never leaves my lungs Your stars Your hawksbills My dreams are you Sopped up in my flip flops

I woke up with this thorn in my side this chip still shouldered Your face still brings this piss feeling even after so long and the wrong dream this life cycle screws us all this beautiful morality And then there were two left to shuffle the deck for an unplayed hand shuffle shuffle Nothing to do but throw them down We were already trumped he asked questions and then just stopped No more headway I'm just glad I got my head out of the doorway I got a peek at your hand and ran he still wonders ...