LambertLit 101
Lambert Lit 101
You know you’re far gone when you start arguing with similarly obsessed friends over the correct interpretation of Adam’s MySpace poetry. parigi88 and I offer two alternative interpretations (versions 1 and 2) for your education and amusement. Comments and additional literary speculation welcome.
Dawn. Dawn
The ink of night slow dances with muddled fire. Slowly the sun comes out
Jagged mountain tops in a breathy mauve peak out of vague camouflage. The pretty mountains emerge from darkness
A crow moans in horny recovery. The little guy just woke up and witnessed the phoenix rising from Adam’s bed.
Rubbing a last one out amid coconut ghosts and spiderwebs. Adam sensuously pees his last drop, unable to see because it is still a little dark and the window he is looking out is covered with stuff.
This alley cat block still a mystery to me. He hasn’t yet acclimated himself to his environment, but likes the cats.
On the roof. Seeking proof. Trying to understand the universe.
Dawn. Dawn
The ink of night slow dances with muddled fire. Hot sex w/Brad last night, sun now coming out
Jagged mountain tops in a breathy mauve peak out of vague camouflage. The pretty mountains emerge from darkness and I am very, very gay. Dreaming of wearing mauve feather boa (alternatively, my huge c---- juts out of my camouflage pants, eyed hungrily by Brad)
A crow moans in horny recovery. He relates to the crow. He had hot sex last night, now recovering, but still uber-horny…wants more
Rubbing a last one out amid coconut ghosts and spiderwebs. Putting out his post-coital morning joint; also refers to the stub end of the evening escapades; still extremely gay.
This alley cat block still a mystery to me. Hollywood.
On the roof. Seeking proof. Trying to understand the universe