BLOODY YR HYMEN
Written by Henrik Aeshna on Friday the 16th of August 2013
why not, ma
sweet child babylove my dousucre?
the flowers
are beautiful dripping clocks
let's run!
let's run
from this lie-papered prison & flop in a poppy field!
relax on
the shore
& fall
asleep
let's burn
bridges drop off the map
put on
exotic dreams
&
dance
completely
pissed up & possessed across the
infinite
ballroom
of the
world
(& just in case anybody asks for us
we've gone to Mexico
to join the migratory flow of the monarch
butterflies ... )
(2009)