Sillystars

We would kill for days. He said "that show makes me perfect sense" and i told him he would never getover this. There will always be someone peering through your windows. There will always be a voice on the other end of the phone. And i made a promise to him on the railroad tracks that split us down the middle. I said "I will wait for you. My eyes will stay at my own windows." He told me secrets about the places his father would go. He told me about his older brother. His mothers miscarriages. I could have went and squealed. I could have told the whole block. I didnt though. I left it in my stomach and it ate holes. and it ate hol

We were a sunset place. Our homes were dens of broken homes, and window wells and basement floors. Tip to toe, addressed by name and dressed in rainbow colored flames. And to quote the best spoke man (the best dressed man) of all the fools, "Your eyes my dear are simply dripping quickly from their pools" A Ladyfinger of notch-paper, and a drop of seaping salve, Our eyes would open wide to swallow all the drops in half. And our pale, pushing faces turned from gray to glowing white, A most lovely sight to see for any see-er of these sights. In his room we sat and pushed our fingers deep within our spines, and orange peels set the sce

We're on a terrible wind, and you're drinking all the drinking water, all the dinner wine. We skate thinning ice storms, and you're already underwater, sleeping all the children. Shooting jacks in small tin cups. I was never happier. I slept with all my friends, always blowing up one another. Our eyes would explode with the most wonderful suprise, and we couldnt go home. So we bit deep into our cheeks and into our teeth, the shaking would stop, and the three starry eyed survivors would fly again in the winds above. Collected in song around a fireplace. Open palms and sweating brow, Homesick love in the Love-Sick Home. And the