The
road under our tires was burnt, once was frosted.
I’ve
got a strong taste of pepsi cola on my lips
Cola
and coal, calm waters of the bay
High
towers and girls by a long and white beach.
Can
you notice, in the blackest days and deepest nights
How
those dark romantic European ways match
With
the most beautiful American birds.
My
efforts to win your heart, Little Bird, extensive, expensive
Mix
tapes, handwritten notes, stuffed animals, killed your mother
With
my locked up and licked up love letters. I imagined how it felt
My
sharp and shiny horns, entering her belly, so soft, blood
So
beautiful under a pale moonlight
Reflecting
on waves
Your
sensual smile never could grow old, Little Bird
As
Hollywood stars never fades
Along
the ride, painted by beautiful red and purple twilight landscapes
Little
Bird drinks pepsi cola, and smirks to me, peering to my long horns
Over
her heart shaped sunglasses
Our
car, an old but shiny Del Rey
Roaring
through a dusty plain of red sunshine
I feel
her hands over my Tesla Coil skin
A body
electric
Pants
tight and sharp teeth, my eyes, sick and black
Watch
the poisonous azure from the back of the sky
And
see
Big
birds and helicopters, fight over the clouds and blue
Jesus
pray his prays for our devilish hearts
My
antlers are sharp, you saw the shine, Little Bird
While
I ate your open mouth
Smell
of Friday night, her mouth so soft
As
soft ice cream is
We
run for this Little Bird
For
seconds of disclosure
Those
when we become one
Your
long nails ripping out my back
As
if you wanted to enter inside me
Nor
the policeman
Or
the Cosa Nostra tuxedo folks
Are
after us here at our little paradise
A paradise
decorated with hell flames
But
a paradise still
Summer
warm, sweet sweat of your nubile arms
Come
with me Little Bird
I know
your daddy and he wouldn’t mind
