Featured: After Hours
I fear honesty
leads to lost humanity -
judgement, not insight.
i feel as if i have been
shattered into 1000 pieces
and spread across the world.
Each new people I meet,
Each new tongue I speak,
I become a bit more whole.
Between what I’m told and what I see,
the world is a very confusing place to me.
For where one man says stop, two women say go.
As some say yes, others say no.
Between what is fact or “fact,”
or is it just your opinion?
Or is it actually a fact,
but just probably?
Between these things which I must now ponder
and those things I’ve yet to decide:
whether it is to continue to wonder, wander
or take life in stride.
Between this thing, that thing
which you say I must do,
Or perhaps there’s some category
(you say) I must fit into?
Between what I do now
or what has yet to come,
I won’t allow you
to determine the outcome.
Between what you think,
hear, say, or see.
All I really want to do is just
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Tongue in cheek divine
Lost soul of mine
A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator
Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator
Arpeggio flutter ripples
Convalesce, Fancy dress
Breasts with perky nipples
One or two drinks, make it three then five
Keeping the blood warm and love alive
Dark raven hair
I couldn’t even care.
I adored her all, her everything, her gleaming demeanor
The subtle wink of her eyes, the glow; even greener
Exotica, ex machina
Street amazon of desert glass sand
No drama, rural karma
Flesh sweating like the heat of Sudan
Dead singers like Cole and Morrison sing of paper moons and Crystal Ships
The mixed CD segues to U2, Pulp, and then The Flaming Lips.
"Nightingale", minor scale
The saxophonist played under the street lamp outside
“Another drink?” she abides, two glasses and wine supplied
On her balcony we watched
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