#peachkings

Tear a bit

Of you up

And tuck it away

Into your careful crib.

And

Trap a sharp breath

In a little glowing jar

For a stormy night

When the wind is real mean.

And

Send a soulful thought

Up a kite string into clouds

Taking heavy lightning

Down your soft-shell body.

Just

Check your health

At the door

Save your Self

-Less soulsearching

  You fighting lightning-rod God-child

Stealing away reeling feeling wild

Constructed to explode

Growing to implode

We’re bad

But you might be glad

That the worst you’ll feel

Is the feelings you had

And if the truth be told

One day you’re old

You’ll be thinking

Damn

Damn we were bad

Glad it was good

And that’s the mood

With your soft top come undone

Black glasses on the run

‘cause a fugitive don’t hide

When the world’s the ride

And that’s what’s bad

You lucky little moment.

O’ mine

O’ fine

You good luck gone bad

Fine and sad

But just dangerous glad

That we don’t understand

How we walk in our shoes

And those lyrical blues

That might tell us

How right wrong is

Is wrong

You split-moment

Fire friend as we

Ruckus us