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 Mar 2011 Lazlo
Eeshan Srivastava
Please go the kitchen

Take a knife

Not too sharp, not too large

The one that shines the most

In your right hand

Grip it softly

A thumb on the blunt side

Keep your left hand in front

Palms facing upwards

See that nobody’s looking

Remember your mother

Remember your mother

Just once remember

How she used to see

How you used to see

You’ll do it yourself now

Hold your breath

A hard swing wont work

It won’t cut, it’ll smash

The red spill on the floor won’t matter

Trust me, it won’t matter

Once you’re done, you’ll be at peace

Yeah, you’ll heave a sigh of relief

Now DO IT!

DO IT NOW!!









CUT THAT TOMATO!

You’re gonna make me some Pasta!! :-)
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
 Feb 2010 Lazlo
Jess Rose
Orange Sun
 Feb 2010 Lazlo
Jess Rose
Sitting on this table here
Is an orange
It is the sun
And it is the only orange from here
To New York
Where another orange sits
On another table
Sweet and juicy

If you cross the room
From my orange
You will be the earth
Only a trillion times too big
And no matter how bad you want
To grab that orange and
Peel it
You can’t

If you half that distance
You are Venus
In love with the orange
And half again
You are burning
From its pored skin

If you are earth again and leave the room
You are Mars, then farther still
Made of gas
If you jog outside your house
And down the block
Your breath will form rings
And moons
Around your body

And if you so choose
To pace 800 more lengths
And shrink to the size
Of sand
You can be Pluto
The Hungry
Cold and spinning
 Feb 2010 Lazlo
redbarchettadrive
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~The sting of reality hits me square on the chin,
and these four cold walls keep closing in.
I'm gonna leave this old town,
I wanna leave it today.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.

Over these crumbling chimneys,
and these sun cracked tiles.
Beyond the sea of heartache
and those faking their smiles.

I'd surely leave tonight,
I don't even care if the sky is gray.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.~





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