| Stream of Eighteen Janice and her sister �fuzz� known as Caroline by her never there mother anything for love, motorbikes and cash I never heard their voices again after that spell hooked and I iced the earth with my spit and tore the seams of the suffragette ring singing angel ballads of rubies and wine and internal bleeding behind a secret wheel as my addiction drove me home and crimson and clover grew over a hold-me dashboard Joan Jett, jet black leather and massive attacks we hated everyone, but I heaven seeker, held on to Jesus tight kissing my puberty, embracing my lust as he suckled my lonely breast I found his spirit in my bedside radio after I kicked that homo out of my bed running from dreams that kicked in my head as they sang covenants to lure, leaving scripts of rashes and ashes to pretty my eyes shame wore a splashed red dress that kept me turning for years shalome � 2004 |