Le Grand Balloon

My ass stinking lies an hour, tracked down by a bear
It waited till 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 answerеd all my life
Everything glows slightly, nothing so dim, it can evеr 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