a stranded TV anchor with a slliced tongue

today, i need to crave,

a crumbling cave, i have no more mountains to eat, no more pages to dry

frequently so, a white flash of light

upon screens of celluloid polygamy, mothers and fathers naked

beware the night,

she shines like a hollow star, between clouds and curtains of space,

dreaming her dreams, growing her hair, speaking like a death in wait

i have received the rainman's parch, lips torn teeth biting the air

today, i feel the bottle break without a sound, just a trickle

of heavenly red, this is why neon eyes can never bend

'how many more?' asks the asphalt to the moon,

'i have some time to kill, a lil innocence to buy'

'just bury me alive if i fail to die'

'just undream my dreams and let me cry'