When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Friday, September 30, 2005
the daisy chain
now, now,
you're a porcelain doll
even without the makeup.
but daisies are not only for
pansies.
(real men do love it!)
where the angels fear to tread
but the world still isn't yours, yet.
they may call your name now
(but you wished they call it out in bed).
you're angry, a little too insane.
a few daisy girls want you dead
with unrequited passions
of the wunderkind.
you can hold it back,
till you are fit to burst
a dam brimming, of
mercury, and solace,
in some distant arms
that pined and loved (you)
and picked you up.
and tucked you away at night
we can't all have our
(fruit)cake and eat it. just as you
bit off more than you could chew.
with more attention
then poor you could afford,
a cowboy shoots of stray (blank) bullets tonight.
sexy as it may sound,
the world is still your oyster tonight.
lap it all up in your greed,
shake, rattle, to the symphony
or rhymthm of sweaty bodies
and paint the town
in your unchained melody.
verbatim 3:07 PM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.