26.6.08

this is the squirrel stash tucked in your sock drawer

watch me walk
always a step ahead versus running away
no,
i never know what you want
write it down, and
let me be your latest fascination
because you sound so young
and i feel so old
she blinks like a fawn
fawns
big eyes wide smiles
smiles at the mirror
at the sex he thinks he can exploit
He struggles with himself,
looking for a new reason to exist
and her--new her; take that how you like--
her french isn't as good as it used to be.
keep up!
are you lost yet?
now he--new he--sings at dawn
because if he can control the sky,
make it brighter by degrees, if he
feels like he has control over that,
then it almost eclipses how she's not in his nest anymore.
her karma's about as good
as the corner where she's standing.
the offers she's getting.
can't a girl get a Break?
not everyone's selling Sex.
she pulls her skirt down,
hopes it'll eventually cover her knees.

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