Across from me
He tears at a napkin
Across from him
She itches her elbow
Across from her
Is me
A dinosaur in conversation, a baby in existing
There's too much dinner on the table, we're all full.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Religious
Danger boys and killer girls
Making out with laptops licking between their thighs
"Get the camera, get your cell phone
We can't start fucking until there's been proof!"
Pop your pills or snort your pleasures
Do your hair in the reflection of a one night stand's cum
Pick your vintage dress up out of the sweet sweat of regret free lust
Fashion, fucking and fun - the new religion
Scream it from the hills with your breasts exposed in the wind.
Making out with laptops licking between their thighs
"Get the camera, get your cell phone
We can't start fucking until there's been proof!"
Pop your pills or snort your pleasures
Do your hair in the reflection of a one night stand's cum
Pick your vintage dress up out of the sweet sweat of regret free lust
Fashion, fucking and fun - the new religion
Scream it from the hills with your breasts exposed in the wind.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
You Never Uncross Your Legs
You never uncross your legs
And it's all I ever think of.
Your skin
Is the smoothest, softest egg shell.
Why can't I crack you?
I taught you in a class
And everyone got an A+.
{for amber}
And it's all I ever think of.
Your skin
Is the smoothest, softest egg shell.
Why can't I crack you?
I taught you in a class
And everyone got an A+.
{for amber}
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Breathing In Cupped Hands
A scarf choked your neck
While you watched me collecting firewood
From the window
The kids are asleep and the dog is resting by the fire
She got me high while the house was warm enough
To undress
I'll taste the salt from your skin
You can put a flower in my mouth
Let's not get routine
Because it's going to be a long winter.
{inspired by rb}
While you watched me collecting firewood
From the window
The kids are asleep and the dog is resting by the fire
She got me high while the house was warm enough
To undress
I'll taste the salt from your skin
You can put a flower in my mouth
Let's not get routine
Because it's going to be a long winter.
{inspired by rb}
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
You Can Fuck Anyone From A Distance
I hid in the back seat of your car
Underneath the dirt and the sweat
You drove through states to see that "someone borrowed, someone new"
He salutes as he removes your shirt
And the stereo sang
"Who's in your heart is not always who's in your bed"
He kisses your neck, I kissed your hand
He is your lover, and your love is just your friend.
Underneath the dirt and the sweat
You drove through states to see that "someone borrowed, someone new"
He salutes as he removes your shirt
And the stereo sang
"Who's in your heart is not always who's in your bed"
He kisses your neck, I kissed your hand
He is your lover, and your love is just your friend.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Beach Photographs Broke My Heart
Last night I curled up with your blanket
And dreamt I biked to your town
I brought you the clouds and rested them against your cheek
I kissed your forehead
And headed back to wake up alone.
And dreamt I biked to your town
I brought you the clouds and rested them against your cheek
I kissed your forehead
And headed back to wake up alone.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Promiscuous
Oh Stephanie came to the river
To search for love
She heard it's on an island
A whole coast away
Here she has been swimming in circles
Being thrown around
She is an autumn leaf
Who's aging, dying and being ripped apart
There are too many hands on her rough skin
It is sink or swim
Oh Stephanie you must come to the river
And find your love across the way.
To search for love
She heard it's on an island
A whole coast away
Here she has been swimming in circles
Being thrown around
She is an autumn leaf
Who's aging, dying and being ripped apart
There are too many hands on her rough skin
It is sink or swim
Oh Stephanie you must come to the river
And find your love across the way.
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