Categories: uncategorized
Date: 07 February 2005 21:16:29
The ones who always have time to do
they get all the good muses, working
beautiful, lyrical, silken, sapphire eyes
(and only occasionally confrontational)
mine lives in a claustraphobic suburb
rust wrought into twirls, I have to use the knocker
her hair is coiled, her lip is split, her nose is flat
"suppose you want another masterpiece today, huh?"
mutters from toothless gums begin the assault
and I hate her more than death
more than vagueness
more than ambiguity, more than oppression
thin cheeks wrinkle into a gaping grin
"come in then, Fool, come in."