light one up, baby, it whispers in an
ethereal shift, high on the swirls of
cigarettes and epilepsy. neptune, dear,
intoxicate yourself with his scent, intoxicate
yourself until your mouth bleeds stop,
until your lips are tarmac, until the bridge
of your nose no longer reminds me of apollo,
neptune, sweetheart, become a foolish god,
take yourself in his arms and fall.
he's drugs, darling - he's the god of a globe
so noir and mahogany and just dark:
but let yourself fall. because for you,
he's good - he's not bad -
your mother is telling you to fall,
your father's eyes no longer meet yours,
your brother just wishes he didn't exist
- but you, neptune - you let yourself fall,
don't think of tomorrows
just of 60s ethos and 50s silver serpentine
and fall, baby.
now, light one more.
