Friday, September 12, 2008

i spotted you like a sparrow, my little talking bird, across the room, feel the groove.

i'm watchful, ever watchful
night sparks keen eye
lifted, magnetize my prize
flip on flick! high beams
imagined reality in muddled dreams
culmination of lingering desires
her majestic touch takes me higher
alert to hide feelings away
evil urges mix drink, hold sway
can your feet feel a fleeting beat?
violent crash sweat - our bodies meet
together, incessant, wouldn't dying now be fine?
spinning whirlpool makes land mines, crossing the line
into diverted reality, scent, control actions
manufactured beats now gain traction
sleep of imitated life, a horn section now blows away
slowly slip down as darkness soon means a day
this insignificant trial by fire
the little things, the mirth, the good liar
brother, just tell it like it is
the wounded, the soul searchers, the kids
my little bird, it's talking, it's speaking to us
what now to do, to say, to hushed fuss?

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