Jan 16, 2005 17:31
When he's upset he goes to hollywood,
He walks amidst rows of videos,
And finds solice somewhere 'round,
The romanticomedy video section.
The dark manholes spit smoke,
High in the air where smouldering clouds,
Eat it, and watched as it infiltrated
Every vein of open air.
A car driving down CedarBayouLynchburg,
With an exhaust pipe that screamed,
Carbonmonoxide into the air,
Every tree with thick white smoke.
Through thick woods the young boy ran,
And screamed as barbs and thorns tore,
Painting sunsets on violent branches
He stopped and turned to be engulfed.
Smokey forest fire,
With a beautiful face.
(I hate tetrameter, but hate's a tone...right...)