Baby, America

You stand in the middle of the rain,
Tornado-hair, big lips like Mrs. Celebrity.
I thought I could see your heart
Outside your pink-white peach chest,
Rub my eyes, you stopped drinking wine
Since the bird babies fell from the sky
Like an m night shyamalan film that was actually
Good this time.

I thought I could see your heart
Outside your pink white chest,
Rub my eyes, you touch my fingernails
Say its the softest part of new york
Did you forget about the bee wings?
I drink hot red wine while the birds fall
From a sky, Tarantino will make 2 mil
Off my thoughts and I won’t see one
Penny.

I got stuck inside someone else’s mind,
It is the fake sunshine serotonin, smile
But a smile like britney spears. We know she’s
Not well, but we hold her up to the sky, shining
I know she doesn’t want to.

You stand in the middle of the hurricane,
Big blue eyes so scared like Mrs. America.
I knew I saw your heart
Outside your pink chest,
Kiss me, baby, before the metal birds fall from the sky
Before britney cries again, I say, i love you
But it sounds so sad like an angel far away
God god god
God, you made it all so hard, the big cold metal
Bullets, i don’t care for the kids dying of cancer,
But you know, god wouldn’t do this
Stop. columbine destroyed us all, hollywood did it too, metaphorically of course
Unless you got the bullet, then it’s real, it’s real, it’s real.
only the clock god will say, it’s your turn for the bullet, it’s real for you
for the tv, looks so pretty, makes good tv, you’ll make good tv.
celebrity.

CALL ME BARBARA

You said it was always easiest this way,
your way, roses in your eyes- no, it’s the big cloud
hanging over Hiroshima. A heart of gold glass, heart eyes
like nuclear summertime. We call you Fallout in wintertime,
listen, I got my eyes growing from the ground, thinking we all need to start somewhere. Me, I’m middle earth. I ask you how it could be so
hot in the middle of home, melted glimmer gloss on the glass window, when it shatters
I say, I hope it shines like barbie’s dream Home.
Inside Home, I feel her crying, a big balloon blown up so big, an explosion
might do her some good, they keep on giving her that white glass to keep her
cold in core. Heart eyes, I think Home could be somewhere else. A boat treading water in the middle of a glass red sea, I beg I don’t want to sleep in water.

You said, it’s the only way,
your way, boat eyes, the big white one! It’s you!
Watch me spin around in this dress made
up of fire flies, can’t catch you yet, big one.
Bit at the knee makes the gold glass shatter, Heart eyes,
Big one, look at me! I’m neon white, a billion bees quake in my heart space,
doctor won’t let apiaries grow up in an aorta.

Look Home, It’s neon white in night time, stolen wrist watch time. Turn the sand upside down, backwards, whatever you got to do, meet Columbus in the glass sea, bit at the knee, get him before he gets you.
Her aorta as big as the core in middle earth, neon white heat escaping from those big heart eyes. Your liquid voice underneath the Home door, whispers loud as bee buzz, pollinating the glass floor cracks,
‘smile baby, the world ain’t so bad.’