Post by Pseudomuse on Mar 9, 2005 19:32:19 GMT -8
a product of longing...no not really a product of way too much time spent without a computer in study hall, we had a power outage the other day and they still haven't fixed it. well enough of my ramblings, enjoy.
not sure on a title though, could use some real help on it. so send me a line if you come up with something good.
PM
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not sure on a title though, could use some real help on it. so send me a line if you come up with something good.
PM
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Dr. Day held my heart
In his hands, the bloodied pulp contorting
In his warped appendage
After he busted me out
Splintering my ribs into a myriad of unmatching
Pieces
He promised me wings
Oh, god, he did words tumbling
Off his tongue and through pursed lips
Singeing me orgasmic leaving me prostrate
Please I moaned
His lustful eyes now watch my heart
As fingers nimbly fashion wings
Shoving my heart back in its
Shattered cage, though hesitantly
He sutured my malleable
Flesh back together
So I climbed Jacob’s latter
And Jack laughed from his cloud
At my misconceptions for this
Wasn’t fashioned from any fairytale
I didn’t trade a cow for anything
Here.
Plastered to the legde
The traffic is so pretty, in this
Concretewastleland
Flashing red, white and yellow
The color of my flag though it lacks
Color now
I lift myself on manufactured
Puppetstrings
To paint the canvas
With [my] diseased fingers
Spreading my flag on the
Barecement (seeped in barecement dreams)
I have wings now
For breath is overrated here.
No more
No more
