flip it like that
scratch your suffer
for crowns that crush our ears
only she tempts me too...

our subconscious squabbles
melodic drama too subtle
to detect
only she grabs
my wooden heart and tosses away
a hard dark thick bark
flip like soft crepes
i will eat your buttery cake
my frustrated romanticism
will fall away to the taste

10/05/2004

Posted on 10/06/2004
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