Lorelei

Saw Lorelei at the front row

Caffeine-free beverage in her hands

All alone, those lost burned star eyes

Waiting for some help

Holding on belief that

Help is on the way

To throw you a bone

To help ya to clean those

Faux indie clothes

Walk out Lorelei, to long hazy streets

Glisten and sparkle like fuddle eyes

Under the Harvest Moon

Raw sugar mouth of yours, Lorelei

–Spiced and fragrant–

Those lies that boys told you haunt your brain

Like ghosts in the midway

Head to the meeting place

“Collect Call” play in waves

Push your fingers in your eyes

See the Harvest Moon

Don’t let the inner fire wane or

How d’you gonna keep yourself warm?

I’m not offering myself to help, but...

Just saw Lorelei

Looked at her above my

Laird Koenig book

Shabby and rotten

Lorelei, tell me

Are you a Hustle Rose?

Life trimmed between your fingers, Lorelei

Tight noose in every breath

Don’t cry Lorelei

I know it’s tough to be tender

Tough to pretend that you can’t feel anything

Sick Muse of the lost

In the guts of this islanded city

Dark and hot

Red and pink

Blondes and fantasies

Lucille notes in C minor

Roaming through the air

A friend’s voice saying loudly

But far away

Mex Cow is a nice kind of Girl

Look at me

I’ll look away

My harmonica’s all wet

By your saliva, Lorelei

Tough to be tender but you can make it

As you can imagine that

Dry branches look exactly like

Skeleton hands

Trying to grab your hair in the still of the night