Retrospect

Light me Lou, just one hit. I love the feel of a velvet kick. With the talking walls and rebellious streaks, the liquor is smooth as Dorothy speaks. A mischievous grin as her laugh rings true. I shout obscenities as cake eaters do. Marilyn’s crying in the bathroom, I see the mascara running. Red are the hands of the cheating bridegroom but the silent wife is considered cunning. Tell me Fred, do you like my shoes? Or are you telling me lies laced with sweets? What a shame I found out this way since Ginger spice gets me off my feet. I pray to thee, Madonna blue to raise me from the ashes. And if the snow were to freeze me dead, radical lights will glow with passion. The devil gleans red aglow where his temptations draw me close. A fool too bright blinded I stumble past midnight with sticks and Stones stuck in my shoe. I’m stuck in the trenches, Amelia save me. The world has gone mad with the greed of babies. So give me the wings, whatever the cost. Take me away to a paradise lost. So I shall burn and stew against these crimes, choke the air you may breath. Keep an eye on your back, Dr. Death comes for thee. Try dear please to find your bliss, to stumble upon Nirvana love. For your pains and worries run amiss when you cross paths with the dove. We can’t go back but only fight on through the winding halls of the rabbit’s clock. It’s glorified in retrospect of the gruesome toils we endured. It won’t hurt, just another cigarette to light my fire and let it burn. And as the night rolls in, with the drum beats proud, our revolution bleeds us thin to sleep with the lost and found. And we rub our hands, with warm contempt. As fires rage licking lands, I’ll ease your pains – it was just a tryst. The world still stands, so I’ll give you a kiss my millennium man.