(in response to just_jeff's challenge.)
He's throwing magnetic darts in a room
full of refrigerators and iron.
Tongue twisting tirades of blame and fortune.
You cast snake eyes on linoleum floor.
But just because you are out of your mind
doesn't mean that you're out of his sight lines.
Every groundhog will have his day in court.
Digging at shadows of stigmata wounds,
you catch his eye in a cast iron net.
Butterflies that taste so good going down,
wreak havoc in your porcelain stomach.
He leans in to you, asks you for a kiss.
Tonight's effigy has your name on it.
Aren't you burning to know what it looks like?
Current Mood: waiting for the phone to ring
Leave a comment | 2 comments
Tue, Jul. 27th, 2004 01:13 pm (local)
asthecrowfliesthis is soooo nice! thankyou.
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Wed, Jul. 28th, 2004 06:01 am (local)
just_jeff: very nice!you had me at the title, frankly, and i like that it seems not to make paraphrasable sense, but is pretty much sound-driven.
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