Ursula De La Mer
Ursula De La Mer Poems
Race Car Dreams
Painted lady on my wrist,
Eyeballs trapped in his clenched fist,
hieroglphics on subway wall,
striptease hear's her lover's call,
selling god at market stall,
now watch the burning angels fall.
boil that egg
bend that spoon
billy the kid
cheddar cheese moon
gun in a mattress her hair in rollers,
joey pepperoni and his suit made of dollars,
vietnamese dime, chewing a lime
Buster's shoe repair, I never been there,
just been chained up to a diamond chair
I see you have your string bikini,
while I'm wearing my scarf and red wool beanie, ...
I Go Dream Fishing
Little girls sleeps,
sleeps in a piano.
With every stir a note is hit,
and every dream a piece of music.
She plays mozart in her nightmares,
her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother.