daddy's farm

 one pretty star,

but she doesn't know who you are,

ordering a round of drinks from the local cash bar. 

with her cherry colored lips and golden throat,

she took one ride too many in her basement boat:

cold to the bone but she doesn't wear her coat.

a silver wound in her naked arm,

machine gunning herself away from daddy's farm,

away from the evening when memories took flight,

she lost her hearing and couldn't find her sight.

a rosemary kiss and silent shadows on the shifting sand;

treasure islands where only the sleepy natives still get tanned,

one step forward and no where left to go,

lowering the final curtain for the ending of the show.

she didn't realize her promise was a spoken prayer

slipping like seaweed through her salty hair,

it's changing colors under a spacious sky

before anyone watching had a chance to cry.

 one pretty star,

but she doesn't know who you are,

ordering a round of drinks from the local cash bar. 

with her cherry colored lips and golden throat,

she took one ride too many in her basement boat:

cold to the bone but she doesn't wear her coat.