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Zany, we don't know eachother.

by Johnny Crimson

I think I'll set up mirrors
to reflect the magic that bounces
from your eyes
back into your brain so you can see
what you do to me?

And through jargon and chivalry
I'll get what I want like a revolving
door with bodies trapped inside.

Courteous to the naked eye.
Like when Laura got drunk and kissed
Steve on Family Matters.

11/12/2008

Posted on 11/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/08 at 04:49 AM

Heh. I probably saw that episode. Good stuff, sir.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/13/08 at 04:07 PM

got any cheese rooney???

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