Some new stuff I wrote (I'm trying my hand at all sorts of genres):
'Tis about ND where I come from
Nostalgia for the Homeland
These veins of mine are cut off
And from them I must be transfused
With new blood
With new life
Somehow I must pour into them
City life
I must be put on a drip of Ivy League
And of bed drawn dreams
I must have a new liver of street wise
And my lungs must be wrought with smoke
From the club down the street
That advertises a new band each night
In the parting I have lost so much
And the smells are ancient to my touch
The dirt is no longer a part of my tendons
And my ligaments no longer harbour
The buffalo grass blowing in the breeze
My hair is no longer wind torn
And I no longer feel the hands of the West
Caress my cheek
This euphoria, I cannot let go
Even if those around me try to make it so
I would clasp from my collapsed veins
This IV that holds within it
All that is not apart of me nor ever should be
But the operation has made me weak
And the more I long the more I seek
And...
*FOREWARNING* some fairly graphic content
(not named yet)
He knew her father before he blew out his brains
And when he found her again
The needle was dripping from her veins
He took her in as a daughter never expecting her to become a lover
“Baby,” he whispered, “Baby”
That’s how it all began
He took her in, took her in
His mustache tickled her
And she wept the first time it happened
“Baby,” was all he whispered
He knew her father once
Ages ago, back in the police force
Back in the day
She was just a babe, allergic to honey bees
With wild hair and wild eyes
He never knew this is what it would become
With her in between his legs
“Baby,” he whispered as she came
“Baby,” was all that uttered from his lips
But she was a junkie, she said
She couldn’t leave that world behind
And the needle dripping from her veins
Baby, he whispered, baby don’t do this
He saw his wrinkles in the mirror
That hot Mexican heat she said
He felt his leather skin
And whispered Baby to himself
His mustache tickled her
That Mexican steam pouring off his skin
The humidity made it all the more easier
Baby baby baby he whispered as he lay between her legs
Baby baby baby he whispered as he came
The arches of her feet made the heat rise
And the cave of her neck smelled like rose buds
That’s what he said
He remembered her daddy and the bullet in his brain
He remembered the needle dripping from her vein
That strong Mexican night the alcohol made them sway
And he whispered “Baby” as she came
