I live in the town
Where kids sip champagne
To forget pain
And chug hennessy
With their enemies
Simply licking down *****
And eating their frienemies
Life's a bottle of tanqueray
Have a seat, listen, stay
The worlds a shot of tequila rose
Complex as a stiffened pose
I live in a town
Where the kids
Lush
In a hush

Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.

exhalations within the confines of my keratin flavour
faded red, no match for your deep mahogany
i'm red. you're brown.
we should get together and have one little, two little, three little
indians.
i digress. time gets fast, everything gets slow.
we just started from a different point of view.
there's little honesty in lying between the lines.
so give me time, or stop sitting there.asking your watch the time.
if i read anymore plath i'll never be able to string more than
one cohesive sentence together.
or ever one coherent phrase. give me a sign. time is of the essence.
an hour here. a few there. not nearly enough to say what's in fine print.
my nuerons are fine printing too much for comprehension.
it's hard to read it without bifocals.