roxyforthewin

&
&  the
& the words 
& the words flew 
& the words flew &
it was like lightening
those jerks were frighening
and the vines gr*w higher and became illegigble

Mothman, my mothman, how sweet are your wings
You fortell danger and terrible things
But I think you're special, I really do
Though I'm not from West Virgnia where you first flew
Yes, I think you're special and I'll tell you why

I am the weaver.
I weave light from darkness and darkness from light.
I weave stars in the blueness and daytime from night.
I weave turtles into their shells.
I weave heaven and hell
And so it will always be.

I guess I'm kind of a religous person
I do, you know, go to temple 
I do sing the songs in hebrew or english
I do eat bagels and lox like a good Jew should.
Those songs-they make me bleive

I was scared, you know, dropping my sister off at Hebrew school that day
What if-when would-shots rang out?
I imagined her, eight years old
Hiding
In the hallowed halls I knew so well

I always dream about the same convenience store. It’s a sort of mental CVS, large and bright white. I once met Lin Manuel Miranda in it near the children’s jewelry section.