Thursday, January 10, 2013

In my dreams there are
mammoth lovebirds
singing all the wrong songs

I'm toned down to sing
low as the lowest bough
and dust the unkind ground

Now you're wagging a candlestick
so let it ring out,
this girl's into rare arson

Knotted shades in a bedroom
or over tiny opals
I'll call your eyes, to keep shut.


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