Monday, January 01, 2007

She Turns to Flowers

dear sinister,

on the bus home, i listen to the jesus and mary chain in my head:
i'm going back to a happy place
all my life i've lived to taste
someone else's flavour on my tongue

i didn't remember this:
cherry take me back to the start of it all
where everyone's up then everyone falls
almost could destroy me with her kiss

i fell asleep to the popguns:
in the back of a taxi cab
i felt another's hand upon my thigh
as london whistled by
we were young, we were ill at ease
and everything came easily to me
i wish there could have been
a better ending

i dunno,
the wind is howling



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