Monday, February 23, 2004

sitting in a whicker basket
with nothing on my mind
i see you walking by me
you've got a nice behind

your face belies your knowledge
of your carnal sin
your over whelming innocence
what exactly has been in

I know that twinkle smile
I know that little smirk
I know that familiar pattern
of whats gotten in you after work.

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a quiet hush
somber voices whisper
tangible evidence of life
overwhelming evidence of death

wretched coils
pull and twist the mind
and tease the flesh
with promises not kept

in awe, laughter fills the room
and the somber voices hush
the laughter, brief, dies
and the nightmarish pains
begin again

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