Higher-ups in luck
Red velvet balcony seats
No opera spittle
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Higher-ups in luck
Red velvet balcony seats
No opera spittle
No opera spittle
glistens on the soul-black stage -
echoes the last song
echoes the last song
to which we danced, I hear it
picking rock from flesh
picking rock from flesh
fingers weeping, reaching out,
will someone help me?
Will someone help me?
or will they pass by and laugh
seeing the buffoon
Seeing the buffoon
Exposed by my reflection
Cretin in the mirror
Cretin in the mirror
posed as the lord of the rings
infact was a dunce
infact was a dunce
to think that I waste my time
in licking my wounds
in licking my wounds
I touched some thorns sticking there
tagged to memory
Tagged to memory
chained forever to myself
is there no escape
Is there no escape
one look from him and I melt
does he have clay feet?
does he have clay feet?
when he moves as if heavy
from lifetimes' own weight
From lifetimes' own weight
we can breeze through the big bumps
laughing all the way
laughing all the way
his story felt tickled touch
and filled tummies bare
And filled tummies bare
just a pittance was needed
to break the pattern
to break the pattern
of continuous haiku
she struggled and lost!
she struggled and lost
abandoned by her instincts
to the stark unknown
to the stark unknown
a lone white rabbit bounded
lost against white snow
Lost against white snow
a hidden beauty awaits
to be kissed by spring
to be kissed by spring
flowers face into the sun
fine dew-drops sparkle
Fine dew-drops sparkle
danicing upon spider webs
winking at the sun
winking at the sun
I blink there and blind again;
oh, for sunglasses!
oh, for sunglasses!
help me with this awful squint
let me see, full on
Let me see, full on
For I dread to know its aim,
Empty, but bare truth
Empty, but bare truth
Is just the truth of empty
bareness; a vessel.
bareness; a vessel
leaking, like your many holes:
open, quivering
open quivering,
not more than a memory,
from which we revive
from which we revive
old times and survive the next--
never late to live.
never late to live,
drifts to feign and to seclude,
leery of redress
leery of redress!
The cows stare unblinkingly,
not sure where to look.
:)
not sure where to look,
I shred the paper surely,
as you shred my heart
as you shred my heart
they wait among the tombstones
demanding an end.
demanding an end
to the chaos and trouble
brewing in the world
brewing in the world
a storm in a teacup; false
sugardrop safety
sugardrop safety
sounds the knell of death for all
it's all our fault
it's all our fault
but we don't have to accept
the ultimate blame
the ultimate blame
unopened letter - your name
in block capitals.
In block capitals
SUNSHINE! seared my sore eyeballs.
My room is too dark.
My room is too dark
it will let the voices in
there is no escape
there is no escape
from the circling of my arms
be my nucleus!