Blood Moon BluesLook at her blushing up there, that starved ghost,that gunshot wound in the fresh autumn heavens.She moves to hide behind the clouds like a bashfullittle belle, but we all know that she has controlledmy body and yours since the days we were born.Don't hide your face from me, pretty blood moon.I will be looking for you. I will hold sweet passionfruit tea in my mouth while the Earth chokes the lifefrom you tonight. That sky hasn't rained in months,but still it always smells like an impending storm.Why is that? Don't deceive me, moon, with yourwretched face. We know your fingers lie entwinedin all the lonely things down here. You could ripthe ocean from its bed if you so wished. Don't hidefrom me behind those hurricane lies. Let me watchyour evolution. Show me your spectral transformation.Look at my face, pretty moon. Tonight, you are mine.Tonight, you play out my fortune. Tomorrow, I willbe yours again. Tomorrow, I will shed my skin.Tomorrow, I will be born anew.
Something UnusualSomething unusual has happened.My dream self has begun to noticethe imprecise nature of her world.She sits in a bar, her car abandonedon the side of the road. She eatsmeat and potatoes, not sure whyshe never feels any fuller.Something unusual has happened.She tells a friend, this just happensto me sometimes. She doesn't knowwhy she cannot translate her desiresinto actions, why her vision blacks outand her fingertips become inaccessible.She doesn't know why, but she knowsit simply happens to her sometimes,so she waits in a bar, her car abandonedon the side of the road. She eatsmeat and potatoes, not sure whyshe never feels any fuller.