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July 12, 2010
July 06, 2010
Cut it
Almost never cut it
Your arguments weren’t valid
Hours melting like snowflakes
While we were living in squalor
Almost but never cut it
Your body a prize to die for
The powerful wear stilettos
I could never afford it
Almost never, so cut it
Escape is also an opiate
Stranded I turned to vileness
Respect for nothing but power
I almost never did cut it
Riding in on a donkey
My dismount was left unnoticed
In rags made purely of money
Your arguments weren’t valid
Hours melting like snowflakes
While we were living in squalor
Almost but never cut it
Your body a prize to die for
The powerful wear stilettos
I could never afford it
Almost never, so cut it
Escape is also an opiate
Stranded I turned to vileness
Respect for nothing but power
I almost never did cut it
Riding in on a donkey
My dismount was left unnoticed
In rags made purely of money
July 02, 2010
Ellen's story
Sagacity was Ellen's friend
She often went for older men
They would be stern
And wine and dine
Their thoughts would set her sex on fire
Their voices deep, their gazes strong
The list of her demands was long
Her foot was arched, lips ruby red
She listened, giggled, gave them head
Her life was rich, the men were old
O, glory to the young and bold
One night two men of Ellen's met
It was an accident, Kismet
First they were angry, then distraught
But one of them then had a thought
They hailed a cab, they all got in
She's in the middle
Looking thin
And you can guess what happened then
One younger girl, two older men
A city drive, a penthouse flat
With nice champagne and pricey art
Their beady eyes, their groping hands
They made demands
And danced the dance
And Ellen still likes older men
Sagacity is still her friend
Her foot is arched, her lips are red
And she still gives amazing head
She often went for older men
They would be stern
And wine and dine
Their thoughts would set her sex on fire
Their voices deep, their gazes strong
The list of her demands was long
Her foot was arched, lips ruby red
She listened, giggled, gave them head
Her life was rich, the men were old
O, glory to the young and bold
One night two men of Ellen's met
It was an accident, Kismet
First they were angry, then distraught
But one of them then had a thought
They hailed a cab, they all got in
She's in the middle
Looking thin
And you can guess what happened then
One younger girl, two older men
A city drive, a penthouse flat
With nice champagne and pricey art
Their beady eyes, their groping hands
They made demands
And danced the dance
And Ellen still likes older men
Sagacity is still her friend
Her foot is arched, her lips are red
And she still gives amazing head
June 30, 2010
Summer days
Go back to summer days
With breadcrumbs on your dress
And angry geese and beer and ticks
Amid the heat and hate
Of men creating fame and money
I water flowers on the windowsill
Submerged in city
And the bark of dogs and people
My chest is bare because of heat. Is yours?
With breadcrumbs on your dress
And angry geese and beer and ticks
Amid the heat and hate
Of men creating fame and money
I water flowers on the windowsill
Submerged in city
And the bark of dogs and people
My chest is bare because of heat. Is yours?
June 27, 2010
No title
She chastised me for metaphors
And offered her body as proof
Amid heat and jackhammer noise
Who was the puppet this time
On strings made of come
And bitemark dials on skin
We lost momentum quickly
Our diaries written in silence
You the artist; me the slut
And offered her body as proof
Amid heat and jackhammer noise
Who was the puppet this time
On strings made of come
And bitemark dials on skin
We lost momentum quickly
Our diaries written in silence
You the artist; me the slut
June 24, 2010
Maria sang
Maria sang
About true beginnings
Her hair was stripy with sweat
Coming back
Calling out from the haze
Where longing is fueled by cheap wine
You are late
And so am I again
These moments never truly happen
About true beginnings
Her hair was stripy with sweat
Coming back
Calling out from the haze
Where longing is fueled by cheap wine
You are late
And so am I again
These moments never truly happen
June 22, 2010
We were always out on Tuesdays
We were always out on Tuesdays
We fled from the glare
And our waters never broke
We never hesitated to lose the moment
We rode in on elephants at sunset
And conquered both sunlight and flesh
Nothing was coupled with anything
Our swansong was gossamer
But our fists were clenched
We fled from the glare
And our waters never broke
We never hesitated to lose the moment
We rode in on elephants at sunset
And conquered both sunlight and flesh
Nothing was coupled with anything
Our swansong was gossamer
But our fists were clenched
January 07, 2010
2009 - A summary
Let's drink to end this year, so many ends
Our closest dreamers turning dry and bitter
Our hands reach nothing, all we get is glitter
We strive so hard, but cannot make amends
Let's dream to end this end, so many years
So many drinkers turning spry and boring
We're out of drugs, they even stopped the whoring
But we shall force our way to joy from tears
Our closest dreamers turning dry and bitter
Our hands reach nothing, all we get is glitter
We strive so hard, but cannot make amends
Let's dream to end this end, so many years
So many drinkers turning spry and boring
We're out of drugs, they even stopped the whoring
But we shall force our way to joy from tears
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