by Andrea Kreidler

Created on: December 13, 2008   Last Updated: December 28, 2008

I drift so high

fly with doves

I'm one with sky

I emit love

I try to stay

but my cloud rips through

fall to earth

back to you

To drain my brain

I find a vein

The water in the sink

drips brown again

Baby creeps at my feet

her eyes, empty pools,

look right through me

On the love seat

you rock with coughs

there's no more heat

it's been shut off

Curled up like pigs in a blanket, I

hear your heart's slow murmur of song

I long

to match your beat, no use

The baby screams for milk

or juice

For my daughter there's

only brown water

For the innocents there is only slaughter

I tell your sad smile I'm going to the store

You've heard it before

You let the baby scream while I escape

from reality back to a dream

I score, I shoot

Billie's singing Strange Fruit

I drift so high

fly with doves

I'm one with sky

I emit love

Maybe this time I'll touch the sun

Maybe it's faster with a gun

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