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Dec 10, 2009
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Tokyo Dawn
Am I aware of the volatility of beer,
the way it can command
the most horrific of scenarios,
the most delicate of nights?
I step into this
unfortunate bliss
with an actor's smile;
the long remembered
hangover
a spider
spinning its web
from Epping Forest
to Mount Fuji.
Only there is a truth that rests here -
the way your body shined,
the way you walk like a ghost
through my dreams.
In these factories,
these sterile tiled walls
of a long locked vault,
I think of you often enough
to remember your name.
I see your form
in the smashed mirrors that attend
the wedding of drum n' bass
to trance,
I taste your breasts in
the morning that refuses
to rise up from the infinite
beauty of that night.
the way it can command
the most horrific of scenarios,
the most delicate of nights?
I step into this
unfortunate bliss
with an actor's smile;
the long remembered
hangover
a spider
spinning its web
from Epping Forest
to Mount Fuji.
Only there is a truth that rests here -
the way your body shined,
the way you walk like a ghost
through my dreams.
In these factories,
these sterile tiled walls
of a long locked vault,
I think of you often enough
to remember your name.
I see your form
in the smashed mirrors that attend
the wedding of drum n' bass
to trance,
I taste your breasts in
the morning that refuses
to rise up from the infinite
beauty of that night.
— Heading South, Dec 10, 2009
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Heading South
16 years 6 months ago
Ha Ha!! Sorry to have given
Arrow
16 years 6 months ago
*the most horrific of
Heading South
16 years 6 months ago
Arrow, thanks. You have a
Heading South
16 years 6 months ago
Just a quick P.S.
Arrow
16 years 6 months ago
No problem.