February 18, 2003

crazy fathers & pink ladies

i must be crazy
i must be if they say.
or is crazy only mine
if tattoo on my body,
around my navel to make it mine
but it don't fit
it's much to big
so many other people
still in line
to making it claim me
as it's own
it's daughter left to try

i should breath it softly
forget it's near,
forget i'm there
freeing hands to pick it softly
from their hearts
their minds/out of thin air.
promises know god by name
and side with him
when it's no longer safe
to smile and walk away.
they leave them all
those with tragic souls
and one by one
the light goes out.
fire-flies can't live
long, sealed in a jar.
cause when you look for answers
to everything you know,
it's just not as simply
to ring them from a bell.

lies lay heavy
on the hearts of girls
as though they were their fathers
hands/holding on to the
pink lacey perfection
that every man would love to know.

girls could live lightly
with no hand to draw their names.
take breathe easier,
with no eyes to read such writing
on dirty bathroom walls

before - after