can you sleep no more

how was the forest

when you walked by yourself

the lost souls of mckittrick,

the forgotten souls of one winter's day

have they greeted you like ladies 

and gentlemen.

the last time i saw you, you seemed amused

i caught your smile behind the mask.

then you left

you little red riding hood

you went into the wild, see the shadows

unfold see the upcoming troubles in your life

see why love is muddy

see why love is movement

at that point i should have found you,

thing is i got trapped in with the coffin

and then remembered. you are a tulip.

a pink apricot shaded flower who got exposed.

i have to say. i was worried but damn

it was already too late

so i lived my 1920s in thick air

 

the only red i met was the blood

in the bathtub

the only flower i saw was my dream.

then time passed quickly like

a midsummer night,

and i heard your voice again.

you laughed you laughed

huge laughter mixed with 

different ingredients of you

nice to meet you again, hello

are you still little red riding hood.

how was the forest

when you walked by yourself

the lost souls of mckittrick,

the forgotten souls of your 1920s

have they greeted you like ladies and gentlemen.

 

 

notes from last year. after watching "sleep no more"