lyricalness

[jestah]

five green bottles lying on the floor
and i wish to christ
and i wish to christ
that i had fifteen more

how can someone
how can someone consistantly mess up as much as
every instance
how can someone inconsistant
mess up so consistantly

Even now
if my girl with lotus eyes came to me again
Weary with the dear weight of young love,
Again I would give her these starved twins of arms
And from her mouth drink down the heavy wine,
As a weary pirate bee in fluttered ease
steals up the honey from the nenuphar.

pogues * modest mouse * "Black Marigolds"