when you lash your memory to any thing the stars iluminate mad mad like headlights on a car in a drive by..i will comfort you when you cry but remember,i too am made of tears.
“Oh well.
Here we go again (and a-gain?)
Alone. And thinking
at night.
Everytime! I hear!
-here a bike…
Ho! Ho! H0! Its Santa Clause!
I had a vision of who
I was going to (marry?)
last week.
Pity the powers that be-and me-
are so discordant.
Everytime I like what I see
-they change it.”
June 8th, 2006 at 12:10 pm
when you lash your memory to any thing the stars iluminate mad mad like headlights on a car in a drive by..i will comfort you when you cry but remember,i too am made of tears.
June 15th, 2006 at 3:19 pm
ouch.touche.this brings shades of 1987 back..
“Oh well.
Here we go again (and a-gain?)
Alone. And thinking
at night.
Everytime! I hear!
-here a bike…
Ho! Ho! H0! Its Santa Clause!
I had a vision of who
I was going to (marry?)
last week.
Pity the powers that be-and me-
are so discordant.
Everytime I like what I see
-they change it.”