August 1, 2000
Oh my...don't know where this came from...
I think this clearly demonstrates why I stick to prose...but for the sake of noise, I'll punish you all with it! Bwahahahaha!
AKL
Inspired by Joaquin Sabina...
Last night, I had to carry you home from the bar
You with your drunken wisdom
Showed me your new battle scars, displayed the shard
Of tan broken beer glass that had bitten your leg
Proudly displayed your fingers, red from being bitten raw
I watched you lift your empty palms to the sky
We were both waiting for something that was coming
You turned circles in the broad, glassy stone streets
And stepped out from the lamplight turned spotlight and into the
darkness
And out of the black night and into the lamplight
You'd been itching for a fight and you got one
Right in the mouth
I leaned over and kissed you, and tasted blood
You presented me with one of your molars,
Proud that you'd only lost one
Said,
He lost four and his glasses, haha, haha
My fingers itched to wrap around the tail of your braid
And yank hard, but you ran away laughing
So I stood there in the street,
Watching you dance into darkness
Your arms outstretched
Waiting for something that would never come
And I wanted to be you so badly
I could taste it in my mouth, as real as the copper blood from your
lip.
Ariana
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