n series
One creative night at n’s place…
Exhaust: The motorcycle that didn’t stop.
Connecting the dots through your window.
Here…wind made love to me.
Chimes sanctified this fleeting, breezy union.
The silent space was my muse.
Dare: You bottomsed-up on water.
Darkness blanketed the silent, sleepy slums.
Guilt: I killed a clothespin today.
Hot shower spanked sense into me.
Hungry nite swallowed the reverse horn.
Wanted: A ledge for a muse.
Exhaust: The motorcycle that didn’t stop.
Connecting the dots through your window.
Here…wind made love to me.
Chimes sanctified this fleeting, breezy union.
The silent space was my muse.
Dare: You bottomsed-up on water.
Darkness blanketed the silent, sleepy slums.
Guilt: I killed a clothespin today.
Hot shower spanked sense into me.
Hungry nite swallowed the reverse horn.
Wanted: A ledge for a muse.
posted by ironyofdparadox at 5:51 am
1 Comments:
thank u!!
for making us famous. if not me, at least my house can play muse :)
wht u wrote is som much nicer tht what i could, with so many more words. :|
love it
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