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November 29, 2006
Time
The clock ticked so loudly.
It was the first thing she noticed:
the steady sound of that
broken down clock,
slowly, painfully grinding,
tolling for its own death.
And as it slowed,
pendulum swinging unsteadily,
she withered away
without a moment's
notice.
It was the first thing she noticed:
the steady sound of that
broken down clock,
slowly, painfully grinding,
tolling for its own death.
And as it slowed,
pendulum swinging unsteadily,
she withered away
without a moment's
notice.
November 16, 2006
C'est lundi
C'est lundi, et j'ai froid.
Le parfum de cheval m'enveloppe
comme le gilet que je porte.
Ce n'est pas la mienne;
Il vient d'homme a cote de moi.
C'est lundi, et il a chaud.
Here is the (almost literal) translation:
It is Monday, and I am cold.
The scent of horses envelopes me
like the vest I am wearing.
It's not mine;
it comes from the man beside me.
It is Monday, and he is warm.
Le parfum de cheval m'enveloppe
comme le gilet que je porte.
Ce n'est pas la mienne;
Il vient d'homme a cote de moi.
C'est lundi, et il a chaud.
Here is the (almost literal) translation:
It is Monday, and I am cold.
The scent of horses envelopes me
like the vest I am wearing.
It's not mine;
it comes from the man beside me.
It is Monday, and he is warm.
November 12, 2006
Whirlwind
She tips her crown a bit over her eyes
to give it that mysterious feel.
Iced fingers run down pristine curls
only to flick them at the lowly flies
who dare to venture near her.
If only they knew the fate they faced,
landing on her tacky mask,
Swept up in the whirlwind,
only to be rejected at first signs of boredom.
Black hole, she engulfs everything
discriminating and evaluating,
pounding your flaws into glass shard-covered grounds
because that mirror shattered under her
level gaze.
Four eyes, two in the back -
just in case.
Knives can only melt with the heat
she's never let you feel.
And you shiver and keep your eyes down
because you know if you gain her interest,
You will be flotsam to her three-mast ship.
to give it that mysterious feel.
Iced fingers run down pristine curls
only to flick them at the lowly flies
who dare to venture near her.
If only they knew the fate they faced,
landing on her tacky mask,
Swept up in the whirlwind,
only to be rejected at first signs of boredom.
Black hole, she engulfs everything
discriminating and evaluating,
pounding your flaws into glass shard-covered grounds
because that mirror shattered under her
level gaze.
Four eyes, two in the back -
just in case.
Knives can only melt with the heat
she's never let you feel.
And you shiver and keep your eyes down
because you know if you gain her interest,
You will be flotsam to her three-mast ship.
November 05, 2006
Dancing in the Curtains
Dancing in the curtains,
hands ruffling heavy velvet
as noses bump and flatten,
submissive to our gaze.
Feet shuffling softly
to a gentle flowing rhythm
as warm hands slide easily
against sunkissed arms.
Cheek to cheek we sway
wrapped in crushed velvet
and glimmering stars
dancing in the curtains
hands ruffling heavy velvet
as noses bump and flatten,
submissive to our gaze.
Feet shuffling softly
to a gentle flowing rhythm
as warm hands slide easily
against sunkissed arms.
Cheek to cheek we sway
wrapped in crushed velvet
and glimmering stars
dancing in the curtains
November 01, 2006
sexual implications?
So, a previous comment spurred this on:
"All the crazy times on the bed", and so I thought it might be nice to bring it up again....
Of all the crazy times on the bed, that one was my favorite
curled up neatly under a pink warm blanket,
staring up at the slanting ceiling,
letting the giggles counter our shivers.
The world was never perfect, but the moment will always be
just that
in my mind.
And through all the idiots and fallen flowers and papers hit and missed,
where else could my anchor be, but under the blanket next to me?
Shining sun, how did they know
that I needed you these past years?
and I don't know what great deed I did in past lives,
but I must have been a saint
to have one as a friend now.
(really now, get your mind out of the gutter!)
"All the crazy times on the bed", and so I thought it might be nice to bring it up again....
Of all the crazy times on the bed, that one was my favorite
curled up neatly under a pink warm blanket,
staring up at the slanting ceiling,
letting the giggles counter our shivers.
The world was never perfect, but the moment will always be
just that
in my mind.
And through all the idiots and fallen flowers and papers hit and missed,
where else could my anchor be, but under the blanket next to me?
Shining sun, how did they know
that I needed you these past years?
and I don't know what great deed I did in past lives,
but I must have been a saint
to have one as a friend now.
(really now, get your mind out of the gutter!)
When you look at the stars, did you ever just look?
Or do you wonderwonderwonder at life?
If simplicity is so humble,
are we great beings too complex for the moment?
Your mind is a chasm of interest,
intruige and intelligence galore.
But when it's the heat of the moment,
how often do you find yourself
wanting more?
Or do you wonderwonderwonder at life?
If simplicity is so humble,
are we great beings too complex for the moment?
Your mind is a chasm of interest,
intruige and intelligence galore.
But when it's the heat of the moment,
how often do you find yourself
wanting more?