My little boy blue
My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered,
and broken
and blue.
and I understand now the insanity of love and why
the scars will never heal just be embedded and
forgotten till the next covets the
Skin
he’s running down the sidewalk like any little kid should and he learns
to lie
creatively
and hide behind a façade
of happiness (naïveté).
My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered,
and broken and
blue
banging against every step along the way.
“Let your feelings slip boy/But never your mask boy/Random blonde bio high density rhythm/
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density/You are my drug boy/You're real boy/
Speak to me and boy dog/Dirty numb cracking boy/You get wet boy
Big big time boy/Acid bear boy/
Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes
And remembering nothing boy/You like my tin horn boy and get/
Wet like an angel Derail” – Underworld, Born Slippy
