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May 02, 2005
Isolated views
People tryin to poison
my isolated views
fill the kitchen sink
with my melancholy blues
I orchestrate the finger puppets
from this basement garden alcove
leaving the directions to the show
burning on a portable gas stove
The glass has become so heavy
watching the ice thaw
that I place a disposable coaster
on the instep of my lockjaw
and the tenants above the light fixture
tend to lend me to their ears
turning the engines over
to the disenchantment of the gears
Skeletons in the closet
fillin out my wardrobe
I got the sensitivity curators
chewin on my earlobe
the taxes they’ve created
for the socially upright
wont outlast my unemployment vodka
a quarter past the midnight
Spittin gems
spittin venom
find me a 17 year old virgin
in case sensitive denim
you’ll find me in a locket
behind silver strings
that shatter when the illusion
of the telephone rings
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 11:06 AM