Baby Romance faced a dumpster delivery
but sometimes crying and kicking and screaming
is just so much NOISE as to wake the Neighbors
and to frighten off the dirty Deathrats
who force their tails down your throat
only for the slow seepage of paint from your pores
and the backdoor walls to fade from grey
to nightest black of nights
spent with a spoon and a handfull of boiling blood
to fling at the hapless anonymous
bearing the unwitting world's tattoo on her face
and the lips that might maybe kiss yours
except they're stiched and dry more often than not
and you fear all your teeth fell out inside
it having been so long since you've chewed much of anything
stephen,wow..to me this is a perfect picture of a dream of a life that isnt happening because of the worlds degeneration and lifelessness..i dont know how u meant it but it spoke to me..life is not hopeless but manages to put that face on itself everyday!!i will try to visit u more often lovies and hugs
i really wish i could understand this one cause it's awesome! sometimes (well, most of the time) reading your poetry makes me feel very shallow..lol. why do you have to torture me by being so talented and intelligent?! hehe
brittany =)