careless thoughts tossed around like popcorn on a stage
oblivious to tawdry scampers
that bleed when ears draw near
around that wooden pot that boils too quick
for these myopic thrills ...

oh! tease me quick
before I change my nasty mind and run,
back to certain solitude
where screams poke and snap,
to frolic in their debauchery
with bludgeoned steads, pause real quick
fill again with oxygen
inside that tortured one ...

you know that one
we ne're not discuss,
the raging cycle of the swoon
waging war within ...

04/21/2007

Posted on 04/22/2007
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