Le Grand Balloon

My ass stinking lies an hour, tracked down by a bear

It waited 'til I fell asleep to make its presence known

I heard its paws and opened my eyes, I could smell it breathing

It could hear my blood

Red sky, a curtain draws, the moon traces around

The shape of something growing louder was stretched across my tent

And etched into my scent was a garden of guts

Terror blossomed from my bones

When I get misplaced, I forget the name that I've answered all my life

Everything glows slightly, nothing so dim, it can ever truly hide

Shining and sharp as a grin grown in the dark

Was I there or was I blind?

Once, you and I walked through the vines at the edge of town

We stained our teeth with wine and smiled like wolves smile at their prey

Like teenagers when they found a song that they can't quit singing

After they get high

Le Grand Balloon, I'm the buffoon that treks your trails

The pearly tit that milks the valley

Menstrual lava goddess

I jump in, I can't swim, but I don't dare

Take me there when I get old

There is a dark stretch on the road that connects my spirit to my spine

Littered with my memoirs, thrown out of cars drove by people passing through

Holes in my shoes, distribution warehouse blues

Was I aware I was alive?

Embers, innocent prisoners break free from the pyre

You lied so I can find my way back in the night

A seed made out of light you plant

In the dark, damp dirt of a dream

Build us a fire family out of the trash from the bin behind the beauty store

Light them on fire and release the light so that I might follow it back to your arms

Draw me a breath of the tears flinged from your laugh

That blooms the green perfume of home