Thursday, February 17, 2011

Rams Horn Walking Stick Handle





You were the perfect wave to break against me
And now that everything is What remains submerged
and why?

you open yourself to violent wave was here in me
and now that everything is different this silence is this?

A party infested my head
as she rolled in the basket
arrival omission of drunk
between the hot items of the protest

I felt like a sailboat in your bed
but for you I was not that an insect
and then
a toy indifference

tell me what it's worth my virginity

Down the square lit up your party (or crest?)
that deluge of every teenage

a hurricane of mutiny against the exercise of obedience
samurai without war and face your feelings nell'elastico

was the disorder of the innocence and excitement of my truth

?
(The ghiglia runs aground in fancy yourself
and I was your next enemy)

The ghiglia runs aground in fancy yourself
that overwhelms all without so much because

you were like a dive where the sea is bluer
and I was your next enemy

scarves around his neck and all flesh
in the first demonstration that freedom
hands you the ingenuity
how many times you stole my virginity


you been the perfect wave
and I was your next enemy


you were the perfect wave
how many times did you steal my virginity


and I was your next enemy

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