A lost fog floats by
causes skin to creep inside
leaves the airholes
sore but dry
No particular details
and a fragile glint of hope in eyes
I guess Im not the only one here
looking for an excuse
to elude my presence from this sick truth
A grey stones slides by
perfume strangled city whore
| this needs no description,i got it ,for me .|
the fog -air holes-love a stichy smile in platforms my self.
was she a street walker or some stalkers girl?
dont really matter though cause words like this make beautifull music here in new york on the lower east side.where many a love story like this did arise,in the past that is ,and now such passion amongest the norms are considered creepy ,or a crime
imagine such passion going to waste that only the homely would look at you with such a lost and longing look .
more on the subject it was to short (for my ideal satire)
|| Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by paulie d | [ Reply to This ] |