I’m curled up on the couch
and it’s red
deep
david lynch
sending me to sleep
wrapped in blue velvet
plastic
dreaming
of men this passionate
and it rocks
so sweetly
a lullaby
a lie
my eyes are dry
because the dust bowl
spat me out
chewed up
but not tasty enough
and instead
of sleep
of hot asphalt
and heat
I see
lips
probably bare
hands
in his hair
that
insist
on reminding me
how cold
this candy
coloured
couch is.
ArcadiaTempest
Whoa….. a moment that I hope does not have to keep you there too long….. A really great verse to feel this insides of this moment…..it was such a mixture but the undercurrent of a certain ’ nothingness’ seemed to resonate. Writing like this is word talking into your brain…. WowX
chelsea hotel
Awful feeling, beautifully and courageously expressed, as always. x
Ryan J. Douglas
DON’T FUCKIN LOOK AT ME
LittleHelen
I memorize every line… :)
Bronwen Hyde
i heart david lynch :D
izzybeth
I remember the film. great poem!!!
ellejayerose
oh i just adore this…. it makes me wanna put on a fur hat, hug a log and throw buckets of red wine out my window :P
msdebbie
The contrasts of red and blue, heat and cold, make this a terrific read. I adore DL too :)
charliethetramp
don`t worry honey franks home
you have captured it so well in dreams