Nurse rough

Peel it back slow
My waxing shadow
I'm just a cool mess 
In my bare feet
Please, ocean eyes, 
Are you sure you want the pull of this moon?
Can't you see I'm rusted from the sweet?

Oh, and then you pull me down,
You hover like a summer storm.
But can't you see I'm incomplete
And the pieces I need keep changing form?

Tread lightly through my waning shadow
I'm just a child, self-exiled, lost out at sea,
Fascinated by the depths of you from my glass bottom boat
I could drown in you or you could drain into me....

Oh, and then you throw me down,
You siren song my name into my ear
And in the clouds above I see the shape of everything I need
But the winds will blow and they'll disappear.

Could I navigate this stormy breadth and depth again
That trepidation, shoving from the shore?
Out to where bottles, bones and the long forgotten bounties are the humbling
Of my every failed voyage gone before?

Oh and then you take me down
A tidal wave come crashing down on me
Nothing left for me to do but reap the wild wind
And dread the next time I'm called out to sea.

Ocean rough

Plainspeak (a humble cover of an inspiration) at Chez curson

{A rough cut with work to be done still}

Black sand round the wonderland large
Lit like a crime scene
A sky with one strung out cloud
But not a star to be seen
You're in this madness somewhere
Struggling to breathe.

The tilt-a-whirl never stops
It just goes from dark to light
Thick blinds are drawn, but the band, it plays on
All those ghetto birds in flight/
The calliope stokes the crazy
And you're itching for a fight.

Short winners, long losers and broke-bottle boozers
All the broken beautiful
There is carnage on the midway
Long sinners, short shifters and motor-mouth grifters
One twenty dollar bill at a time
There is carnage on the midway

Wild dogs foam in packs over railings
In their best button downs
At the girls in their big city dresses
Bought for a steal just outside of town
No one heeds the warning label
It's the driest place you can drown.

The gold plating chewed through. these vices will woo you
To the dark end of the fair
There is carnage on the midway

Carnage on the Midway

{a rough}

You’re calling from the car again
Coward in a silver bullet, gunnin’ down the 5
Endearments dripping from your saccharine tongue
Do you believe you when you tell me nothing wrong’s been done?

How much do you plan to attain
Before you end up like him: twisted, hermited insane
The power of your ring affords no levity
And the one thing that it won’t win you is me.

Now I can console you when your nepotante is beat and
Judging by your hungry eyes it’s been a while since you have eaten
So stay for dessert, I beg, but you’re always unable
So afraid you’ll lose your envied seat at the grown-up’s table

How much will you accumulate
Before you’re like him and you realize and it’s too late
You’re missing so much preoccupied by review
And I’ve got legitimate living to do.

Now I’ve put a match to all regard for consequence
And no wonder you don’t sleep, it can’t be cozy on that fence
You’re silhouetted by a pretend painted setting sun
Oh, you cardboard-cutout hero, you’re not fooling anyone.

How much will you manage to acquire
Before you turn into him, babbling of the ill conspired?
What decimal paid for the sweet fluff in your head
Will pay off the monsters underneath your bed?


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