By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 7 January 2001
plastic melts
it's a sweet night for selling
if only baby dreams and high fives kisses to the traveling salesman down the road.
but he says to cut it short and make it good cause he ain't got the time to waste on me tonight.
so who do you want tonight mr.
who's the reservation riding high in the sky with the brights on.
blinding me
seering me and maybe your taking me down with a crown of life and a thorn set aside just for splendor.
but splendor is magnetic
and sometimes sticks to plastic
and plastic melts
as fire often does to things made of things meant to go bye bye in that midnight sky with the blues fading fast into the horizon
don't wait for me
the wait is to long and the night is strong if you only cease to amaze and amazement is fickle and often doesn't find you sleeping on a doorstep next to the old schnauzer next door.
henry, the schnauzer
and sometimes the reflection of your eyes are in his old shriveled purple balls
and your not distorted
your just finally seeing love for what it might be...
and your reality can't stand to be altered too much more lest you implode
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