A Softer World:


theres a whole world down in the ocean filled with talking shrimp and boys who call you back but my breath won't hold that long
there are people who belive a photo captures your soul. for them, this is a terrible thing. for me its one last chance
I was so sure my search would end when I found god, but then I couldn't find my car keys and my cat ran away
its too late now. millions of bottles are already on the shelves. every one of them a winner
everyday I see the hitchhikers out on the highway. I could stand beside them, thumbs out, leaving this little town behind, except I haven't got any hands
yes, I believe in love, yes, I'm a dreamer, but I'm not alone, there are more of us than you suspect, and we've got bombs, truth and beauty bombs
I never meant to be a political assassin but he invited me out to the point and he tried to kiss me
it was a plague no one expected. puberty again, instead of death. cracking vioces and new bodies we can't understand.
I'd like to read a story in the newspaper that ends with "but she was just having a bad dream" "really she's okay"
there will always be people taunting me laughing because I tower above them, a giant, pointing with fingers that have never touched a cloud
a weekend road trip for an abortion party which is just like a baby shower except the mother can drink
we bet five dollars that he would drown. a bittersweet victory.
maybe next year is the year. maybe last year
some launderettes eat socks. the one in my neighborhood eats hope.
I've had a bad feeling ever since I slapped that gypsy infront of her cop boyfriend
atomic war means no traffic in the mornings no bills in the mails I can stay in bed with you all day
we heard that rice expands exploding pigeons so we mixed them some rice and glitter and held hands in the park
we broke every mirror trying to climb into a world where the car got hit by her
as a child I learned that books can set you free. an encyclopedia held over my head waiting in the dark as he crept into my room
a five dollar bag of fireworks and an offhand joke about popcorn chicken
now we can go back to iving in sin in peace
I sold my soul to be the first mannequin who loved. I should have asked for legs.

ash @ 3:44 PM