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mark john junor Jul 2013
birthed in toxic soup
of nesscessity and lust's needs
her own words haunt her
with simple phrase pronouced
clear and heartfelt
sorrow fear hope lust love love lust

like her little ballerina musicbox
such an entertaining little toy
such a long daydream to wake in such a
strange place
with its strange names and faces so flush with anger
why are you here
snowbunny go back to your mountains
go back to cold serenity
and the dream that she could care
for a malfuntion like you
snowbunny

clear and heartfelt in the morning
are full of doubts and questions by nightfall

in her dream
they lay in candlelight
and speak in whispers
though they are alone
they are as one with love
they are as one in heart
she awakens in a trash littered feild
by the highway
wet from the long night of rain
cough
the latter days of her sainthood
had faded

she wakes in her bed
and alls right in her world once again
for the moment

snowbunnys come to paradise
seeking new lives and easier living
in the sunshine state
but when they arrive
its raining
rain
rain
rain
rainy season in the tropics
sunshine state is an advertisement
not a reality
nothing friendly
nothing real
"snowbunny" is what florida natives call the hordes of homeless and others who head down to florida every fall to avoid the cold winters up north.
mark john junor Jan 2014
we started out in a
in a parking lot
with no shopping cart
look at us now
appeal to her desperation
for a moment in her sunshine's bravado
she dose not think beyond the moment despite my effort
i drink her in
and she is such sweet nectar
it is thinly disguised that she is no
snowbunny as she pulls herself from my bed
her deep rich tan only flavours my desires
as i pull her back in
her thick musky taste so intoxicating
flawless in her unique beauties
we lounge in the sun's dying breath
and quietly marvel at the skyscape of colours
she places casual hand on my arm
and i catch breath
isn't to be read into
but see that allure inspite
and with that desire lingering plunge slowly back
into her subtle skin
into the long sweet night of her lips
once again i float the rational
shes as smart as sinfully beautiful
but with a quickness
towers of the absurd fall under pretender's preface
she entangles me with the most sinister of **** laughs
and we spend the night deep in eachother again
by now you are very weary of hearing how much i adore her...but i believe that if i said it in a million ways in a million languages a billion times it just simply wouldn't be enough
mark john junor Nov 2013
daylights body wanders down the cobblestone street
and falls on the old church steps
the friar steps out of its golden doors
and tries to sweep daylight off its feet
with a ten cent broom
but he cant get a purchase
on the shadows that follow light wherever it goes
daylights groupies are naked for daylights leasure alone
so the friar retreats afraid and muttering curses
at all the power and influence the church has lost
daylights body takes a powder from that strange place
and goes down to the shore
warm up all thouse chilly babes
snowbunny's massing on the beach
pale skin honeys needing a tan
all give daylight a kiss on both cheeks
how ya been babe gimmie a call do lunch
but his is a hot phone number to have
and you gotta stand in line
to catch a breeze in that company
daylights body is dying to take a break
so he slips on down
the back road
and kissing the girls one last time
slips over the horizon
be back tomorrow
is the sticky note in the sky
snowbunnys are here and its time to fly
up to the big tree
in downtown ft lauderdale
and see what winner gets the bed in the corner
under the all night gypsy choir
mark john junor Aug 2014
looking good in my leisure suit
like i should be sipping martini's in some classy bar
like i should be flyin first class
looking like i got the cash to get unstuck
but a miami sun gonna melt my snowbunny **** for sure
down here with some human fleas
and desperado's with sweaty smiles
could use a hand
hell i could use a truckload of hands
if ya got one to spare

by the time the bill came due
i was sitting on the beach barefoot and broke
no idea how i got there
last thing i remember was some sweet honey
and her warm hands on my wallet
burning the candle at all three ends now
running low on escape plans
could pay you in sand
got a bucket full
this is one sad tale
never thought would happen to a stlyin' prince like me
never saw this comin when i laid down with the lions

never know where your day gonna take ya
sold my guitar
never could play the **** thing anyway
keep slipping outa tune like the rest of my life
sold my fine china set
my pretty bride hopped a greyhound
headed back to the frozen wastelands
thats ok...the cold suits her ice cube heart
sold my chess set
cause i got played like a pawn enough for one day

look at me now
standing here in the tattered remains
and it shouldn't be a surprise i feel liberated
feel like dancing and raising hell
aint got me weighing me down
who the hell wears leisure suits anyway

sometimes you gotta fall all the way down the rabbit hole
to find the only thing your hiding from
is yourself
here...have a bucket of sand and a pair of flip flops...
you'll get used to getting slowly fried in the tropical sun
and mosquito's the size of a bus
good for the soul is what she tells me
good for the soul

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