birds fly out of her mouth
leading the way down the hall
the air smells like lemon..
citron
cases of injury
stacked like the final harvest
blink their own color away
Nina's dress is made entirely of pictures
sliding
up and down
a silky sound
of feathers on a winter lake
where stars sometimes just
are
her cell phone hooked between her breasts
the five favorites
glowing warm
don't forget the bob marley
..........
throbbing neon in the Valley Shadow
skin is a short-circuiting slogan
4 comments:
Citron...press? Mmmm... delicioso!
Can't wait to read the finished version ;-).
Oh, by the way, having some difficulties with Myspace! What's new, eh? Ugh!
oh matina.. u aren't really missing anything.. just the usual requests for adds by bands, sprinkled with the hornies and just straight up freaks. LOL
will be over to visit at least one of your blogs later :)
mmmmm Throbbing Gristle...the second part reminds me of Genesis' transformation "Alice white shiraz" reminds me of his granny wig. Love it, love it! And the title! Best one yet ;-).
ps--thanks for dropping by, Tasha. Left you a little note.
hmmm, I think I liked the ending were you both laughed, except he didn't....
:)
oh well, work in progress, hope it turns out how you want it to ...
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