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May 16, 2005
thermograph
take down the window dressing
take off that confusing skirt
all I need is a bottle
and a spiritual guide
to lead me through
your mechanics
to solve this
continental drift
its cold in this bitch
and Robert Johnson aint comin through
too clear
on the transistor sound
vodka and the sale tag juice
will waddle me through
comin in here
wrapped in your burnt ivory towel
reading this trash
kissing my mouth
in spite of it
I'll wrap my paws in petals
if it makes you feel any safer
down here in the dark
behind these mile high windows
cracked panes and all
last night
the parade ran through the streets
we guzzled down the concoctions
and snatched up some memorbilia
I flashed off some frames
for the people in the mailboxes;
spread far and wide
back in the zone
we no longer occupy
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 02:19 PM