Felix C
03-08-2008, 06:50 AM
I spent the whole night talking
Babbling out of tune
Uttering broken poems on strange ears
While the music that wouldn’t be remembered was made pretty by a shining sax and three golden girls
In a smoke filled elevator that doesn’t go anywhere
Strawberry Jam packed
There I talked and talked all night
Dark and upright
In that pregnant light
Smelling of warm milk and dust
Of cold beer and sweet lust
Doing cartwheels on the dance floor covered in broken glass
Cutting the carped in a straight line and leaving the cuttings behind
All the while a famous morning was discovered and lost
Babbling out of tune
Uttering broken poems on strange ears
While the music that wouldn’t be remembered was made pretty by a shining sax and three golden girls
In a smoke filled elevator that doesn’t go anywhere
Strawberry Jam packed
There I talked and talked all night
Dark and upright
In that pregnant light
Smelling of warm milk and dust
Of cold beer and sweet lust
Doing cartwheels on the dance floor covered in broken glass
Cutting the carped in a straight line and leaving the cuttings behind
All the while a famous morning was discovered and lost