More about the dogs and junk in the garden
by Bennie
Posted to Utterances on 2002-09-19 16:16:00
Parent message is 287904
The new president of horse just announced a new film.
All the trees in this frightened garden bowed like dignified aliens…lost in some other world (alienated by passport rights and lack of)
I’ve tried I’ve tried tried tried but I cannot do…
This revolution has led to the revelation that the governments of the world are holy constipation
Dog eared laws (adult supervision whilst high on…)
Karaoke madness (the train stopped at platform 3)
(smoky and tired at two thirty in the morning)
A GHOST
A SHADOW OF MY FORMER SELF
NOT BEEN FUCKED (OR FUCKED) IN MONTHS
I AM A MOTH (MAYBE)
flying into the pristine light (burn) and fly into the light (burn) and fly into the light (burn) and fly into the light (burn) and fly into the light (burn)
never reaching that holy Nirvana the angel warned me of
Can a scruffy Indie Kid like me happily be happy with a goth/hippie/alternative/huge REM fan? Doubtless wonder on the tip of my eye
I FEEL WHIPS of frustrated angst like blistering fire
JUST UNDER THE SKIN
WHIPS
WHIPS
UNDER THE SKIN
Etheral witch hunt for the elusive smile…trodden on in some disease ridden park (broken smile)
CROOKED
DEAD
TEETH
LONELY OLD MAN
IDEAS (THE BLOSSOM)
THE MAN (THE TREE)
THE ACT (FRUIT)
I have no fruit to speak of except my pen on my paper…the ink is running out.
I see a bad harvest soon!