I love you and cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow
It’s shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard, my sky blue blue
It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds
Rosebuds
«Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch
They’re open-festered indigestion with a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower, mildewed in the mist.»
I love you and cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow
It’s shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard, my blue sky blue
It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds
Blue rosebuds