Immortalized in Dorothy’s Tears
Dorothy was the matriarch She was born into the hells of burning Silver years. She died in the neon flash From beautiful tears, in grey eyes The resting pockets of water in puddles. From the cheek to the middle of her neck I want to listen to your stories from your recessive brain I feel dreamlike resting in the fevers of your dominant brain. Drink your ideas. Then imposter yourself a genius I'm immortalized by your falling, composing stars of waters and salts. Precautionary Nightingales Was I awake to slit the wrists. Only to finally find charisma? The shy boy is just some ghost When dawn flies into your psyche, the precautionary nightingales know the moon from a genuine fake at 6 a.m. Every eyelash to a broken wing a crusted, dry, cold flight of winks. My dreams are an asylum Not to rest peacefully The skating on the thin ice that lines my veins Tremors in the belly Jump off the arching cliffs of my brain. The fires from flower to flower weave me into the flash of foolishness. Unnatural photos. I'm an underlying flesh of bruises imperfect and limping. Transform me into a hungered wolf with a brittle bite and blood showing from the bone. In the molasses of snow that chews on the mountains Watch a radical metamorphosis from death to the fighter - to the hero When waking up to the survival of self. The wind shifts so quickly back and forth in this cemetery hurricane. All the flies die off in the swarming over the temptations we breathe. Listen to the Bones Breathe You stare like Manson at the clocks trying to stop time and just pause amongst the crickets to - listen to the bones breathe. You could be nude and in the rapture the sweating of ice drips from the bridge you look at the sun deflate into the arms of the valley peeling back all the layers to see more bricks inside. You don't hear laughter or even a hunger pain. All you feel is the freezing lips of air smack your skin. Digest my disease, And listen to the bones breathe. You don't seem like a savior, or a pretending lord you seem like a fading rattlesnake And we just watch you turn gray and shake convulse your milk from the pipes in sheets dance like a ghost, you coward And then break apart, and erode with a thousand nights watching over, and listen to the bones breathe. You watch my death as attentive, as you are to a movie. You love like the fresh fossils and then creation ceased a million miles before a collision of all the heavenly lights. They sprinkle down and the world said "more please" You can't please the sadist and the sweet only a chirp of spirit emits When you listen to the bones breathe. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan
