FLYING MAN/WALKING WOUNDED

[onesilverhand]

FLYING MAN/WALKING WOUNDED
Inspired by "Y" number of beers
and quantities of dysfunctional torment

Ta'night I'm all by m'self with Her...
I drenk a case a Busch or so...
jes can't find m'place misplaced...
I don' belong here neither.

Can't you hear me when ah cry in th' dark...
os so Sweet Marie Virgin o' My Toppled Air-eo-plane?
Cum sit on my face iffen you stiffen me...
Precious Cargo of My Enola Gay...
I'm yer Icarus: The Flying Man
in yer Nocturnal Trapeze...
a Coney Island Bombard-Dear...
droppin' down napalm on yer tropical sunset dream
a' holdin' hands an' walkin' away...

Ma Angelorim... Amor Vincit Omnia...
Ma Angel Blue... I flew for YOU...
carryin' yer cunteyed coy smiled Polaroid next t' my hard...

FUCKYOUBITCH
Fuck you VERY much... an' cum agin...

but... you never cum 'round no more...
heh... you jes' want t' harness me lika hores t' do yer chores...
well... hold on
lemme go... hold me tight... fer jes' th' night...
hold me... now don now...don'tnowdon'tknow...

it's light agin...
I'm whole agin...
no longer vaporous incubus strapped in yer love lock...
ya knew it'd end like this...
nobody owns th' wind, babe...
all ya can do is feel it on yer skin...
an' know you'd surely die without a breath a air...

AW... now you cry...
an'say it ain't that way...
an' I can't walk away...

I jes fly