(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
I’ve done it in bars and beaches a… Toilets, and cars, and parties, upside down and angry, on floors, in baths, and desperately.
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
I danced in the city when the day… I danced around the throngs and wo… I wondered what it was that had su… that I joined a queue from a new d… Spend then, wherever you may be
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,
I gotta feeling this is coming to a close the loop around the world has but one way to go too many men
The sporadic line of mallard men, jostling through the cabin, bills rattling first class vocals. Ducks in a row, Almost clones,
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
We travelled back to old Italia wearing borrowed shoes and a ten g… tipped the driver for driving all… through the driving rain Oh - it poured alright
Swiftly the bird sings something not heard before like a cosmic power I wake, at last form my Ultimate Sleep(TM)
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
There, in glistening half-light a spider feels the dawn languid flies forget they’re born life loses a fight A newly unfurled a petal
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul