Bachus
replying on Haunted by Bachus
30 Aug 2004, 9:33 PM
Fuck.
As you finish the bottle, drunk, you see the devil, and what was yours is now his. You decide you have made all the wrong choices and will be denied heaven. It's a workable theme, but I don't see it developed, no reasons given.
*9* its okay..
somone comment please
Do you look these word up before you use them. Or are they brain-handy? I see you visited dale. I'm gonna have to dig it out and lay it down for good. if you know what I mean.
No. It is a small and distant message
like a fortune strip on fire
quietly warning
step aside
there's a motion in motion
stack smoke filling sky
like blood from a pencil struck heart
smacking through keyboard gears
do not wait
motion waits not for waiting
it will get here
when it gets here
and follow here.
Just be wearing
something flammable.
i liked it, -8-
who is this about
i now that just checking to make sure
I think this poem makes me sad and want to cry.
When she thought of leaving flowers or saying a prayer at those tombstones, the idea fell cold compared to her memory of an old couple who loved and taught her to love and who might appreciate the risqué act at midnight as the perfect projection of their lives into the present.
Far out.