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May 02, 2005
aftermath of an interchange
im a hatchet
and I suspect my gecko
has a roach in his cave
I mean this literally
even if its not true
there is a pulse
in my forehead
it is a vodka beacon
to remind me of the prize I have achieved
for drinking the whole bottle
I listen to Chris Martin
bleed himself dry
and thank my maker
for the good things in life
even though I usually run them over
trying to get myself out of park
rubbing salt into my wounds
keeps me awake
and aware
of the coalition between
black and white
it sharpens the line
between them
and I am always in need
of that particular service
being a bit of a lazy eyed hack
when it comes to the yellow light
and the pedal on the right
so today
I shall ride my bike
along lands end
leave some breadcrumbs
for my lily skinned lover
in case she sneaks down
the coast
and surprises me with an impossibility
in the more likely event
of my sticking a paw in the pill jar
you will be notified of any changes made
to the club car décor
to the inner sanctions
we decorate
with bold words
and bright windows
until then
keep your skirt
low to the ground
and your eyes
up in the clouds
that is the way
I see you now
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 04:24 PM