I miss our short lived tuesday nights
because that was the life, we had to be right
-locking ourselves up like clams on a rampage
classy-unclassy; sipping trash and champagne,
and fumble galloping into circus lights
or hot into a lions mouth.
Trapiezing through city crowds of clowns,
trusting each others shaky hands.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
I miss our short lived tuesday nights
because that was the life, we had to be right
-locking ourselves up like clams on a rampage
classy-unclassy; sipping trash and champagne,
and fumble galloping into circus lights
or hot into a lions mouth.
Trapiezing through city crowds of clowns,
trusting each others shaky hands.
To a few good friends :)
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