Oct 14, 2006 00:00
take out the varnish
from yr sweet highness
is it really heaven when you cry?
i thought id let you think for awhile.
extinguish another cigarette
on yr polished skin
so, what have you left?
yr 5 foot 9 but all you do is sink
come where its warmer
i could have told her
"By the time you figure it out,
Ill have moved on."
but it was a pressing matter
so we thought about it....
never to make sense
of some broken english
muddled in my head
by a million buzzing
bees,
and the vibrato
of music
i wrapped my mind around it
the vien on my forehead tensed
im going to bed
to remember to forget