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drop the bottom out, we'll find close quartered madcap laughs and stares into the open book theory of why god was less than there sometimes (it seems) arms lock onto us and we are easy sleepers (you break the rules you made) and sordid--- find you out there waiting southern eyes and legs from here to there you send (your tiny little fingers somehow) and churn slumbers down, let's just lay something down and worry about the consequences of actually breathing later--- this three deminsional nightmare whore sound system turns out ot be better than we thought (oh clover dancer with your sharper than average eye for callouses) and find it (find it: you will) when lovers loved the night and stars fell beside us (inside you mountains rose) you were mine--- the last and first of skies seen, oceans moved through (our eyes broke tides) lays down roots on solid arid ground (desert arms baby with your sordid little fantasy life) you break the rules you make, a tiny rarity and falling out of love with you comes close to the madness of the andes (friendly skies) while they watch it all fade (waste away) and you could call it something special sometimes, but won't.

herotidus told me of your eyes and ten thousand armies passed between your southern legs (but swings, darwin ape and we just lay there) you break the rules you make turn lovers eyes to clouds and break the backs of mental angels (or better yet, fades).

so i put a compliment this way into your eyes and let you know (sometimes it's okay) you further left field stares bring subconcious armies out (swing your favor to and from, lacks whole days sometime) ---break the tide, your rules are so quiet and somehow under me you fall tender (less than most) and we're just waiting in line, aren't we?

and you, little tangerine smiled angel of the pondered planes of thought and resttled thoughts (just leave it there) you break the rules you make: grout through calm periods and trace histories to our beginning and end which never was (implied maybe) and turns out you're either good enough or not and more than you is somehow withering watered flowers clack out i get the feeling somehow that everyone knew we were done but me, you wrote long essaical treatises to your friends (if ever you talked about me at all) and we were changing so fast, your angles were bending around shafts of light (articles of confederation were put down and match cheap liquor store matchbook paperback novel ideas of love and ever after, you broke my eyes sometimes (looking arches me under) at you i try and writhe (so late so late, water forms at the base of eyelids, without anger we march on, trembling through this life) and lean on invisible darlings of our skies and thought, bent.

i watch, in startled dreams you fondle my arms around you and i trace out histories of love on the flesh of your angel wings (you break the rules you make) and i can tumble lower, you know that don't you?

there: you'll send it back one day and it'll come to you (how it feels to be something on...) get raised out of dust and learn a few new secrets not every arms is worth dying for and you can walk in skin so clean and boundries part before you just wlak on through wlak on through (i've got you nailed down sometimes, then go) and you'll jsut turn away to dust and burn (brilliant as cloaked sagan night surges) and let's just be just be waking up for the rest of it, what?



2004-02-25 | 6:57 p.m.
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