Monday, August 31, 2009
That smile of yours
Pull on those boots and make that smile of yours that we all know so well. Leave the stem of a guitar and wrap those fists tight around so you don't let go. They found a whale under her house, which means we're all underwater. It don't matter if it's just bones now, we're all swimming in this giant ocean and the salt water erodes our lungs but we like it that way. Bug bites and bruises and how else can I alliterate summer?
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The rock's lament
Let it go. Let the lamp shade float to the ground. She is there, in the end. She knows how unaware of the earth she is but that's okay. Nobody can really count the number of figs on the tree without being aware. She found a rock on the swing and it stumps her. For she has always found love and it never seems right. Why does the rock know more about the swing than she does? All she can hope for is the smell of the leaves to change her mind.
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