By sarah
Date: 17 April 2000

jean dreams

hey you mr man dancing at my door
shaking down my heavy frown 
leaving me so sore
           i wondered where i might be

on that very night, you danced away
and fled away from the aweful
doom, my fright, that caused my will to stray
into the arm,s           
                   
the heavy arms of doomed dreadful lust
that drives us all, with its frosty toll
as we cross these lonely nights
             and thoughts of all the sweetes things

you ever said to me, mean nothing almost, in these
cold tunnels that now exist in harmony
with those things i hear are veins....these icy
harmonic veins, they play a tambourine, and spoons
                 and sometimes even beat a drum, 
they start a band, and head on down...
and we dance our macabre
flip my nickel toss my penny
make your fountain wish, i wish i can i wish i can
i wish i could give you me