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August 13, 2005
b-sides
down here with some chameleons
basting in the sunlight
flecks of gold
drop from our tongues
into the mainstream
dissolve inside shallow pools
reflecting the undercarriage of autumn
acres of b-sides
to rummage through
those unopened bottles on the dung heap
waiting for the twinkle in my eye
like kittens behind plate glass
showered with a red light
set fire to some oak chips
lying in the kettle
while mosquitos suck the life
from the strain in my ankle
too many vampires
biding time beneath the brush
I need a new song
to forget
Posted by Drexler at August 13, 2005 01:53 PM