Tuesday, November 20, 2007

florescence

Blue jeans- unbuttoned- slide down the hips
fluoride burns clear on my teeth
and night ticking phantoms
all sneak past the shadows
desperate to pull down the strings of my mind

When dreams fade to conscious
impatient for splendor
and mystic and butter
to spread down my thigh

The mirrors lie breaking
show me broken
girls broken. Dreams
split shards just to fit in the frame.


And again, my daylight stolen
like innocence
dancing.
Masked in a peppermint swirl.

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