Tuesday, March 17, 2009

mentally crippling

I'm in a boat metaphorically
the devil sails behind me
I trusted him once...
twice, maybe four times
He licked my palms and stroked my thighs
I poked his eyes and gnawed his horns
I guess some hope of love was somehow formed
we had musical ears
and my eyes were ripe and blown glass tears
hot and starched
white and parched
I soared in sand
be lowing at his strangest glance
I'm not a royal queen, I'm in between

gamble gamble seared auspicious dance

forever in limbo your lady, sweet baby
Queen of chance

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