Monday, June 04, 2007

The snake has kissed my heel.

Tie my spotted shoes for dancing,

When you walk, Stars walks with you,

Between your breast and your belly

We look right through them at the wall behind.

And pulled when he came home,

Hungry, gloomy, with red wild eyes

This seemed the more strange

Because of the death upon the tree.

He shut up and poured himself some coffee

See ye Christ has risen from his Cups

It was hot, thick, and sweet,
He wouldn't be giving it to anyone now

2 comments:

etain_lavena said...

geez intense with a tint of silly:)

aria said...

Quite different from usual stuff that I read .. and (due to the lack of a better word) - interesting ..