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By B.K. Date: 2005 Jan 07 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.07.00.12.24939]] |
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I close the door to write you say Keep thoughts contained In their own simple space You say it's Zen But then My mind starts to wander My knees start to twitch My throat starts to scratch My toes start to twitch My eyes start to roll Then my hands start to write What's with this shit Oh the horror of this plight You say use words you know Of silver and or gold lame Write as if you're sitting up straight Instead of leaning on pillows Piled heights of May It looks like it works So if you dish please pass me a few New ways to express a lovers bliss Just know I don't want to split his head open wide With a cherry picked new axe Or light a candle in his eye To crack hard into his mind wax I just want to write a tender love poem Or express the soft pearl of a perfect kiss I want to write passion till it glows molten So he'll know I'm a writing babe-hot-witch (c)bk |