Take itA poemTake it
Steady hands
Cold Feet
Blackened eyes
a warm defeat
Cynical laughter
and no one cares
laugh a bit louder
if you dare.
There's nothing to it
just open your mouth
But you better watch out
I'll aim a bit south.
To hell with it all
alone you stand
I bet you'll regret
this end...
Old friend
Love Song of the Other HalfYou said you had defined yourself In the crooks of my elbows, in the angle of my nose. I looked in the mirror and found the curves of me To be very much my own.Love Song of the Other Half
. . .
I would catch your eyes from across a room, Across an ocean and beyond a beach, And hold them there for precious, fragile seconds In a dire reluctance to move Lest my return be skewed, construed as something More than coffeepots or the metal feet of desks.
. . .
Burn pictures of me now as the fog rolls in on mouse feet Pray to God and science that they can lead you Dra
In My Dream
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I Have To Pee
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I can do whatever I want like you.
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"They've had the old clap-yo'-hands so many times it amounts to applause" - Holly Golightly Breakfast at Tiffanys (The BOOK!)
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[x] Jen [x]
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