Thursday, January 19, 2006

1818

FEEL BETTER SO

I can come
Touch your lip

The weather is gargoyles

Praying to all
The instruments
You've sorted
Into drawbridge
Mercy and brick

You're drifting
As the doctors
Lease cars

Your pretty neck demands magnetic stubble
"I'm pretty ghost-x"

Just lie back and replenish
The gesundheits
With a little reaching
Up to the pantry

You're a brother and a sister
And for that alone we need you to keep
On your side of the chalupa truck

I'm not even touching your hand
And you snap the blinds open