< drink up your time is near >
2003-05-13Music
strummed on taunt strings
she cries in pain
under calloused fingers
juxtapostion of voices
echos of realtionships that
faded away
clouds in sunlight
the evening is early
girls in tank tops
sawy to the tune of Southren COmfort
VOdka dances lonley on the gullet
of a divorcee
this is a neighboorhood pub
familar faces wear familar pain
under alchol glazed eyes
it is not the coke they are after
it is the numbness
today same as yesterday
so they sidestep the blues
in clogs and platform shoes.
Kevin
Who are U?
posed on a t-shirt
with bubbling brain
kind eyes
Jesus lights a fag
sips his mead
sings along
'a friend of the devil is a friend of mine'
latter he will wander
the pub dolling out hugs
looking for love
nothing is pure in this realm
still he searches.
Random scraps of thought
Pretend you fit in
afterall, you bought the shirt
so what, if you are the only one wearing it.
I'll sway in my tube top
dance to the mandolin
that plays for my ears alone.
a Finger in the air
blank stare
gyrateing hips
dance little girl, dance
with painted lips- ruby
the reaper lies in wait for us all
high cost of living
easily forgotten on a freedrink night.
First my left foot then my right modwel sache