Brain fart
Monday, March 20, 2006
An oldish one, short and sweet.
I picture your scruffy head,
Your slowly jealous saunter.
Eyes as sharp as ever
Compliment the warmest of smiles. ¶ 10:16 pm 3 comments
Your slowly jealous saunter.
Eyes as sharp as ever
Compliment the warmest of smiles. ¶ 10:16 pm 3 comments
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Blah Brain
Black is grey.
Normalcy is bland.
White is puce coloured.
Fashion is bland.
Telephone boxes are booths of danger and mystery.
Smashed in glass and metal shrapnel.
Hot date tonight.
Call Gina.
Miserable street.
Heated bustle.
Watch out mate.
You fucking idiot.
Jabbing elbows.
Polite injury.
Restrictive clothing inhibits office worker.
Pencil skirt and heels make tights go
Squeak squeak squeak.
Totters off kerb.
Wait for that fucking taxi.
Nearly lost a toe.
Maybe two toes.
Maybe half a brain.
Maybe a leg.
No more squeaking.
No noise.
No symmetrical smile
That should have lasted fifteen more years. ¶ 9:27 pm 1 comments
Normalcy is bland.
White is puce coloured.
Fashion is bland.
Telephone boxes are booths of danger and mystery.
Smashed in glass and metal shrapnel.
Hot date tonight.
Call Gina.
Miserable street.
Heated bustle.
Watch out mate.
You fucking idiot.
Jabbing elbows.
Polite injury.
Restrictive clothing inhibits office worker.
Pencil skirt and heels make tights go
Squeak squeak squeak.
Totters off kerb.
Wait for that fucking taxi.
Nearly lost a toe.
Maybe two toes.
Maybe half a brain.
Maybe a leg.
No more squeaking.
No noise.
No symmetrical smile
That should have lasted fifteen more years. ¶ 9:27 pm 1 comments
