Wednesday, August 22, 2007
confused intake manifold
take! take! and shut the damn door....you're letting all the hot air out.....and it's cold outside....it's cold and cobalt bold from heavy breathing....heavy lifting....heavy hearts and heads.....quit. just stop and stand and twist that band around one more time...let it get tight around your wrist and let the names add up right down your list...but don't tell me what you have to get, just get it...and bring it back...share it and I'll pass the plates....we'll sit and talk....discuss our fates....do you see the scratches and the scribble scroll scribes? they sit in anticipation......of someone, something else.....emancipation....proclomation? trick-turn whore....is a sloppy snore bore......what we want is something more.....do you understand that your hand on my heart is my hand......or is your head too deep in the sand?.......ahh the chains of command....and the blind man begging while the woman wails away....this is what I wish they'd say....tomorrow, yesterday, today.......dismay.
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Just phases of phrases
Ebbs and tides
Without which we're dead
S'cool, esé, s'cooooool...
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