eye of the tornado

Mar 23, 2001 21:56

Freeze-dried Laughter
Vanishing with a trace
Warbled sound waves
Warp thin air
Philosophical uncertainties
Enlighten stagnant minds
Seeking recollections of you
Only to discover your used scent:
Vanilla extract and cigarettes
My character refined
With your brusque words
Bruised gardenias
Litter your conscience
Together we feast
On the cadavers of deceptions
Savoring the many-flavored
Taste of Homo-sapiens
Beautifully situated in your glass cube
Poised on the edge on chaos
Oddly reminiscent
Of thinly veiled
Stabs of rejection
Which I bear in silence
Choosing to look down
At the intermingling pool
Consisting of my blood
Laced with your tears
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