Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass (my favourite parts)

Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit

You and your madness

The satellite that's constelates my world

Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned

L.A., I'm pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?
Daughter to no one, table for one

Mother to no one, private jet for one

Back home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots

Hancock Park, it's treated me very badly and I'm resentful

The witch on the corner, the neighbor nobody wanted

Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit
You, in your madness
The satellite that's constellating my world
Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned

letting me be who i would have beenif everything had turned out alright3 alternative endingsnow course through my blood on iceBut I thrive because I say I doand because it's what I write

Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro

My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!

it's times like this that the marine layer liftsoff the sea on the dock with out candle litthat i think to myselfthere are things you still don't know about melike sometimes i'm afraid my sadness is too bigand that one day you might have to help me handle it

Cause i have faith in man as strange as that seems
in times like these
and it's not just because of the warmth i've found in your
brown eyes
It's because i believe in the goodness in me
that it's firm enough to plant a flag in
or a
rosebud
or to build a new life.

I was once in love with my life here,

In that studio apartment with you

Little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view,

Out of the only window

All this circumnavigating the earth,
Was to get back to my life
Six trips to the moon for my poetry to arise

I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot
I write!
I write

So I told her “Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves,
If they really want to transmit some heaven”

..

"Oh - and Jim died at 27
So find another frame of reference
When you’re referencing heaven"

just a girl in love dreaming on paper

rearranging the salt for the pepper

now everything I have is perfectnothing much to do[Stanza 11]just perfect floralsgreen embroidered chairsone dress to choose

I was born with a little bit of paradise

I was lucky in that way

Not like my husband

Who was born and raised in hell

I always had something gentle to give

Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great American homecoming I never had? 

Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place

of the warm embrace I've never got

Or should I just be here now

Bare feet on linoleum

Slicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn

into stew

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