Imperial Dust
by
Sandi Ly Iwanski

Imperial Dust                         7-19-96

Turn the lights off,  scream some more

empty deephearted souls,  coffins of rock

cook your friends up on a platter

Charcoaled fingers,  painted wires

dusty hair,  she's still there

Maybe I'll ask her to dance

The moon is burning the sun to shreads

cotton kites hanging all the children

Sounds pretty stupid,  maybe he's wasted

Drop him in a well,  Love countered spell

intices her eyes,  blue apples taste like your

cries

She's still drinking,  Oh my God thinking

Drumming in the night,  cloudless river

So she'll up snd leave him to dive in shiver

Silver threads of lace

Got a taste for a bite of you

Undead spillin',  catch you smile someday

wipe away the rain,  so maybe she's in pain

somemore,  give her blood to drink

So I'll love you anyways,  no matter what they

say she's dead

Rain catch my tears and thunder go away

Wish I could be better than I am

Who loves either way,  Icicles

Black inferior open grave,  maybe I like you

She'll never say,  smokin' up my insides

Something hurts,  ouch he hates me too

Oh well,  writes a picture of a photograph

Inside she laughs,  can't he see she's dying

Fall asleep to it all,  counteracts the brief-

est moment,  drowning in it all

Save her this time,  eternal bleeding

breath stops beating,  covers him with sand

purple dust,  blue gentle almost white

caress the wind with your precious smile

too kool to hide,  Come closer mesmerize

just a rose,  he's taken all the petals

Kiss her once come undone

Unspoken sun.

                         sandi iwanski