" The honesty/intimacy that comes right before you fall asleep next to someone you trust"
(I'm not so pleased with this one)
As the night falls to a hush I hear the whisper-lullaby of the sheets As our bodies settle into rest for the night The busy pace of day has ceased We are at last alone together I realize I am completely vulnerable to you now But the knowledge brings me strange peace. It's the feeling of honesty and intimacy Falling asleep beside someone you trust In this small window- All is right with the world.
You've always had a commanding way about you Power of intimidation has always been your pride How could I object to your elegant passion Though I've always felt like a garment you've cast aside
I won't fall for your pomp any longer I'm afraid your last call's overdue I've no call now to hide in your shadow It's a sad thing you don't have a clue
I always knew you were lying How you act like a king of the rabble You forced your control over everything You were even cheating at scrabble
This is the last game we'll play I've grown sick of your feculent glower Our relationship smells of decay Get your skinny ass back in the shower!
The evening of sunday 29th rolled in with ominous clouds and wind that ripped through the eucalyptus trees he sat in a restaurant, waiting for her to come constantly checking his cellphone for the time or for a message to say she was on the way she sat on her back porch, phone off, door locked. Smoking the cigarettes she always hid from him one by one. Determined to finish the pack with a bottle of red wine by her feet to wash the taste of ash away. She didn’t know why she didn’t go. It would have been kinder to directly refuse the ring he had been keeping in his tie drawer, but she found she couldn’t. Hating herself for cowardice, even as the rain and lightning drowned out his knocking.
Turning my head Side to side I hear the oddest sound Of my sanity cracking And falling to rubble And all that rattling Has made my composure falter My eyes stare vacantly and wild As something slips From within my ear At my feet are little spheres Polished shiny by the friction Of knocking about in my skull I’ve lost my marbles Maybe I’ll use them Brightly colored as they are To line a fountain Or a fishbowl Or perhaps I’ll break them down further To make a mosaic table That way my mind will always be with me Even when it’s not I think it may be more useful then
Dropped into this waltz of devils I saunter with the best of them, A wake of dead men in each step To hide away my fairer gem.
Under the scourge of this black flag I am disguised and curse like men... We're California's own pirates- Swashbucklers dressed in Armani. Now let this board meeting begin!
* A neglected delirium from nearly a year ago... bad Cheeky!
Would you fancy another Frapp M'luv? Why I do believe I do. This is a posh establishment, Would you pass me a book or two? Care for a game of Masterpiece? Isn't that Frapp-boy divine? Are you prepared for Literati? My- this scone is sublime. I'm reading the most interesting article, Can you believe what they've said is true? Bad accents over coffee** Can be awfully good for you.
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