Wednesday, April 12, 2006

what if the hokey pokey really is what it's all about?

quiet saturdays and clipping coupons

this is my nest
where i lay silently
brooding

lighter than the leaves :)
these feathers in my mouth :|
this house of cards is fertilized by the gore that i cough up :(

church bells ringing
the school bell doesn't ring anymore
it buzzes
to let you out of class and find me dead
splattered on the hood of your car
your windshield is cracked a tad
it must have been from when i walked off the building
left a nasty spot on the paint, it did

wipe that dirt from your eye
but leave the spit
i know you like its sting
don't you?




it's like nothing else...

Posted by Lando Commando @ 10:33 PM :: (3) comments

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

so hard to do, yet so easy to say

over your shoulder

the dirt in your pores
the mud on your shoes
everything about you
is above ground to me

to be the breeze that
makes your hair dance
to be the wind that
sweeps you off your feet

all of me for you
but it just moves
right through you

i am poison
pick and choose
draw the wrong attention
from all the hellions

hurt yourself
maybe i just surround myself with you
to hurt myself

cling to hope
draw it near
it's not really there, though
it's not really there




have a safe swim

Posted by Lando Commando @ 9:14 PM :: (1) comments