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9 August 1995

purple sunset

i lick the peanut butter off your fingers
even though it's hardened and tastes like chalk.
Maybe one day we can take your hands in
and have them checked for insomnia.
i collapse my umbrella and hold it over my head
to keep off the shade.
Then again, the doctor left his license in Italy
when he vacationed to see the cobblestone.
But come on, i mean he can't remember everything.
i close my eyes so the sun won't burn my cornia,
and it turns purple like it's setting or somethin'.
i always have liked sunsets a lot --
so pretty and always fun to watch.
Your scream startles me and i realize
i've inadvertently bitten your precious finger.
You pull it out of my mouth
leaving small blood stains on my wooden lips.
i shiver at the bitter taste that slides down my throat.

 forgotten memories   of being burned at the stake   sweet dreams   sharing   hand-in-hand   the stranger   hidden courtyards   holding You   princess   happy day   loneliness   fragile, handle with care   my small trip to the cement factory   dedication   this record is for You   the day that I cried   Last night I woke up under my bed.   my silver Dancing shoes   Man my heart tears.   the three things   strait jackeght   like you   abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz   Fire cooks me   Princess Alexandra:  A Little Story   cats up cat twice   sweet rain water   little children   my heart   How blind I am in wooden glasses.   I know she's crying cause it stains her voice,   Dear Family,   I pound at my heart   We run away from the ice cream truck   purple sunset   J. Elephant   so i walk up to you with this   the Soul queen   so, you say that i do not speak   window   dear sweet old Ordinary   i am a Harp