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May 21, 2010
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somewhere over the rainbow
somewhere over the rainbow
i'm thinking about your touch
the night descends with crows' wings
pecking out holes in the lumbering sun
the world is adrift in ice
ice clinks in a stalwart glass and
a sneer stretches across my body,
poets probably should never live together,
reality is a blind deaf and dumb muse who fucks (with) us
i wish i could get dead stinkin' drunk like you Bukowski,
turn myself inside out, off and on like a light switch.
i'm thinking about your touch
the night descends with crows' wings
pecking out holes in the lumbering sun
the world is adrift in ice
ice clinks in a stalwart glass and
a sneer stretches across my body,
poets probably should never live together,
reality is a blind deaf and dumb muse who fucks (with) us
i wish i could get dead stinkin' drunk like you Bukowski,
turn myself inside out, off and on like a light switch.
— Kailashana, May 21, 2010
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scribbler
16 years ago
rainbow
Kailashana
16 years ago
You’d have to live my life
Seren
16 years ago
Dearest Mum
Kailashana
16 years ago
Yeah, just a tip of the
xena465
16 years ago
Great stuff Kail
Kailashana
16 years ago
Nah, don’t do that, dear;
xena465
16 years ago
Brain Cells???
Kailashana
16 years ago
One of the side benefits of
xena465
16 years ago
Me too Kail
weirdelf
16 years ago
then do it. I do.
xena465
16 years ago
Thanks Jess