Almost a Sonnet.
Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 3:27 am
Tight as eyelid skin on a confused chameleon,
Slack as a Jack Daniels bowel with coke.
Heavy, heaving misconstrued reasoning
Of conversations yet un-spoke.
Look out baby I’m using Phrenology,
Caressing your follicles in the dead of night.
Easing out that forgotten apology,
That faded with the evening light.
In sprawling sheet-squandered-slumber
Iggy arrives, searches and destroys,
As we thrash around like fragrant tuna
Scenting the walls, with a human alloy.
A sweat soaked night, now erased.
Grace consumes the day; our slave.
Slack as a Jack Daniels bowel with coke.
Heavy, heaving misconstrued reasoning
Of conversations yet un-spoke.
Look out baby I’m using Phrenology,
Caressing your follicles in the dead of night.
Easing out that forgotten apology,
That faded with the evening light.
In sprawling sheet-squandered-slumber
Iggy arrives, searches and destroys,
As we thrash around like fragrant tuna
Scenting the walls, with a human alloy.
A sweat soaked night, now erased.
Grace consumes the day; our slave.