Acoustic Gingivitis

The hidden meaning of a smile
Like muscle underneath the skin
Arranges dreams to carry me
Where my feet have never been.

To play with lazy cats
Under the embrace of soothing suns
And pick up shooting diamonds
When my hands feel like guns.

Kidneys don't bleed whiskey
Heart don't pump wine anymore
And there's a cork in my throat
That heals my rock'n'roll sores.

Still, it squeezes through my body
For you dearest kind protecter, such hatred
Such bitter and poisonous and
WIld and wonderfully coagulated.

For selling my piano
A gesture so grotesque
Abandoned blackened white teeth
In cavities that know no rest.

Now I lay mute in my bed
My words forever swallowed
In the sounds I'll never make.

My leather jacket is my skin

My jacket is my skin
It covers my heart
From bitter winds and rain.

It knows how things are going
And how they've always been.

It fits to keep within
The meat in which reside my dreams.

It drank with me from silent waters
It felt with me, gently caressed by flowers.

It scorched itself protecting me
From lunging into charred eternity.

It holds inside the secret of my years
For it has gathered blood and sweat and tears.

And when I loved, it fell down to the floor
As arms embraced my naked soul.

And as it turns more loose and wrinkly
I know that times looses it's patience with me.