Friday, September 01, 2006
poem
ripped from www.myspace.com/eliss
blues or jazz is on.
lights off.
lightning is up.
thunder storm.
weather is tearing.
wetting the grounds.
wetting my feets.
drenching myself.
ah, shit!
blues or jazz is off.
raindrops and thunder is up.
its dark.
gloomy.
and im
getting all comfy.
under my blanky.
with my ever so lovely,
kinky,
pillow and bed.
its 2.16, good afternoon.
good night.
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