Wind up bird
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Mechanical wings
laden with words.
She'll knock you for six,
she'll blow you away.
Quietly squeal queer bird.
Mechanical wings clipped
and words pirouette like feathers
or hard rain.
Words are like sparks of light. Here are some I tried to catch and tame...
Mechanical wings
laden with words.
She'll knock you for six,
she'll blow you away.
Quietly squeal queer bird.
Mechanical wings clipped
and words pirouette like feathers
or hard rain.
by Unknown | 0 comments
I - nihilistic lyricist - find him
This 'I' is indivisibly criticising,
inviting irking crisis.
His dizzying impish grin
visibly minimising this.
Imbibing inky gin in my lips
I mimic gigglingly this smiling.
I try inflicting witticisms,
inviting his kiss. My wish is
lignifying.
I wish inciting rhythmic, skirmish rising,
Him - dizzyingly writhing in divinity -
twitching his virility in my lips,
In this vicinity I am his.
I'm trickishly slicing lyrics in
his thirsty kiss -
citing him inspiring.
His thrills stirring in my tits
I jitteringly sing;
twinning drinking jism with my
stringy sighing
igniting
firing.
Posted in ideology, letter, love, oral- sex, univocalism, vowel by Unknown | 0 comments
Design by Blogger Buster | Distributed by Blogging Tips