February 29, 2004

The stars were leaning out of sight
I stretched my eyes into the night
And threw them at the bats
(though they were really pigeons in pirate hats)
who'd been cursing at the light
then, I heard a whisper that
sent sparkles like seeds
in the air through the lanes that night feeds
I was startled by a hush
She was made as a sharp rebuke to the wise
still, I made my pass,
though I slowed my rush

the last word
was the second
from the third
I love you

The price of paradise
is that you have to
fight like hell
everyday
to keep it yours.

Love moves at the speed of light
Which explains Love at first sight
Except for the second guessing
Your lips would already be pressing!

If someone tells you: 'you don't smell like a rose'
say to them: 'then maybe you should go and blow your nose'

My critics say
I like to ramble
but my ramble
is just preamble
to bust your sample
Paradise is not so simple
and the middle ground has no face
if it has a pimple
and the squatters at the door
can only see pleasure through the eyes of a fog
and its chariot is pulled
by a salty dog
who licks what's on the floor
is bad with numbers
but knows the score
there,
my poetic license has been renewed
unless I get published, then of course
I'm screwed.

Drowining in a sea of doubt
now I cast your mother out
I send her back to the stolen pearls
her winter torment blotted out
blood on the rampage stained the wool of lamb
scarlet, a colour whose pain could give a damn
as long as there were dividends
that paid off in fresh wounds
I never should've put it in
the cat is stepping off again
into a different room
where new air circulates
dna is not tossed and flipped for rates
scientific matter masturbates so baby don't go boom!
I,
with no more hands in my pocket,
say: ' keep the chain but not the locket '

upon whose nail was I supposed to rest my potential?
favours are weighed in the balance of surrender
and the battles not lost in the Jaguars
and the brothels of Brussels are filled with slumping men
spitting out worries and crying to a slag
whose eyes fix like daggers
is stingy with her Jones
but never with her Jaggers
and will only roll stones which convert into coins
only Tarzan has missed her loins
though since he went Hollywood he's now in debt
and looking for fresh Jane
she's moved on I bet
back in the jungle
and swinging on the vines
that still remain

HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE IN MY WORLD DEPENDS ON YOU
I only promise to be true
To the veins that connect us but split us in two
Trade me your neuroses for new roses
I'll plant in you
I promise not to pull out early
And will shatter the roadblocks
where gates are pearly

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