the night is crowded
cold and lonely
the music loud
and claustrophobic
empty vessels full of alcohol
all dancing like hollow mannequins
in discount store shop windows l
all these strangers
are all wishing
and betting their credit cards on the lost hearts
of another plastic stranded stranger
all of whom are silently screaming
please kiss me kiss me kiss me
for i love the cure
oh kiss me kiss me kiss me
even tho the cure is the disease
the ashen beast
with the angel wings
holds the lady
whose soft falling tears
wash dirt of bewitched red blushing shoes
she confesses in the strangers ear
this is not the life
the composer wrote for me
this life is not what
the child was sacrificed for
yet i’m still stuck here
floating on this blue miracle
trying to breathe the foul air
that’s been regurgitated for me
so kiss me kiss me kiss me
for i love the cure
oh kiss me kiss me kiss me
even tho the cure is the disease
over the collapsing hearts bass beats
he shouts memories
i sacrificed myself
on the windmills trinity blades
turning grains of sand
into tombstone loaves
on this realm of damnation
where gods still perform
the arcane arts of creation
by turning human flesh
into pillars of desert salt
i drunk the squeezed golden apple juice
from the seven dwarves’ cauldron
yet life still tastes
of stale bitter poison
so kiss me kiss me kiss me
oh i love the cure
kiss me kiss me kiss me
even tho the cure is the disease
the dance goes on
upon hallowed ground
the dance goes on
upon hollowed earth
the dance goes on
above the hollow graves
as out of the screaming pleading crowd
the beast flies away with the lady
both singing into their found heavens
of their intoxicated starry eyes
while below the dancing mannequins
continue silently screaming
over their hearts bass beats
to their fellow earth stranded souls
please kiss me kiss me kiss me
for i love the cure
oh kiss me kiss me kiss me
even tho the cure is the disease
© bg 2013
resurrecting the trashcan bard 