1.
i was consumed in it,
like wine i scurried through the cracks in the pavement-
but it is ours, not theirs.
it is coming,
quick, the pens.
2.
we are separated by a fine red line-
it's strength is untold,
we must not learn it,
i hide your letters in the box,
they are embarrassing.
your questions,
your heart,
your secrets,
i cannot keep them.
he said woman: won't you have them?
i said boy: do not ask me that,
you will not have me.
i cannot be had.
he said go! temptress.
3.
red ribbons slip out of black envelopes;
i tie my hair with memories quite vivid
the red runs through my hair and then the ribbon is white
and i am laced with the passion, our passion,
gritty and cold.
we cannot except it,
you cannot expect much,
but your ribbon i will cherish,
[i am laced in your desires.]
warm and tangible.
i should hate, sadly i can't
oh my southern boy,
i cannot keep them.
4.
it is as follows.
one two, no more.
one two, no more.
one two, explore.
one two, no more.
you must not love like this,
i shall write to Venus come morn-
for now i will wrap the ribbon round.
5.
darling we can ride the seven glass,
sun pierced by the edge,
dripping lust upon the roses heads.
we can ride the seven glass straight into the rabbit hole,
down into her wonderland, following the nightingale.
we can ride the seven glass around ye, trolley car.
trolley pulls heavy weights,
he said that was a man's car.
i was dismissed: go!
temptress.
6.
wine runs, runs, runs.
trolley pulls heavy weights,
ribbons bear heavy hearts,
he said go!
temptress.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
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