eenie meenie mynee mo
who came knocking at the door?
wide eyed froggy wet and sore
long faced doggie, cat eyed whore
chill eyed baby wanting more
wanting wanting
ranting panting
needing bleeding
seething
weaving flowers
white and gold
counting sundrops
new and old
freshly frozen flowers blooming
winking moon and thunder looming
crickets buttercups
cherries cherubs
filtered brew
and cosy blue
on scattered sunday morning
whats your name
and whats your game
and where's my fifty days of fame?
you lost the plot
I ploughed the rot
you tossed a stone
I chewed the bone
can smell the cookies burning
lets catch some fish
or break a dish
and make the morning special
lets crack some eggs
and black some beans
and wrap our legs around us
the jam is gone
the evening long
i sang a song
that all went wrong
the lamb is here
never fear
dancing's on
the fever's gone
:D
Friday, June 29
Wednesday, June 13
Tuesday, June 12
This has got to die
yes
with one lip curled upwards
and eyes piercing the empty air
green lasers
shooting down
me
you're a hero
smashing every piece
of fine china
delicate to the bone
and cradling
your cuddly crocodile
close
and just smiling
to yourself
at the world
weaving its faithless
tricks
in blind fervour
such a pretty pink
and the water runs dry
what a great book
and the phone lines break
delightful meal
and the chill settles
and the inexorable distance
builds space
interminable waiting
creates calm
leashed longing
leans lazily
on a bed of indifference
and a pair of cool white teeth
beneath the grimace
conjure a confused
chuckle
thou shalt be thine own worse enemy
if thee cannot be thine own best friend
still thinking
this has got to live?
with one lip curled upwards
and eyes piercing the empty air
green lasers
shooting down
me
you're a hero
smashing every piece
of fine china
delicate to the bone
and cradling
your cuddly crocodile
close
and just smiling
to yourself
at the world
weaving its faithless
tricks
in blind fervour
such a pretty pink
and the water runs dry
what a great book
and the phone lines break
delightful meal
and the chill settles
and the inexorable distance
builds space
interminable waiting
creates calm
leashed longing
leans lazily
on a bed of indifference
and a pair of cool white teeth
beneath the grimace
conjure a confused
chuckle
thou shalt be thine own worse enemy
if thee cannot be thine own best friend
still thinking
this has got to live?
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