sleeping it off

When the milk drips down,
in the hearts of crisping gold,
the hearts flutter, the hearts flutter,
down with the gutter trash,
down with the filthy garbage,
is the hearts that flutter the hearts that flutter,
in blinking eyes, the hearts are smashed into bits,
her hearts inflated her hearts inflated,
letting out the sky blue glaze,
their hearts a filtered through the cigarette,
now his back against the sea, water behind him.
the salt all above him, rain coming down,
crisping red rain, with glittered sand,
her hearts flapping out of water.
gasping for breath,
so soft to touch so soft to touch,
come to me close and listen for awhile,
i know you'll listen to this
with hearts a fluttering.