Sunday, June 18, 2006

glass sealing

all the feasts of loving bliss
are just dust on the tongue
just a mime, a fake drunk kiss
the sunset doesn't show the sun
oh errant soul you take the piss
so dreary is the sweetest song
that warm inner glow a cheap light show
the telescope is pointed wrong
my heart won't start to hit the throttle
i climbed in with the message
now i'm sealed up in the bottle


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