Monday, March 15, 2010

a sleepless ramble

i was a child in a dream
foolish with hunger
ignorant and bluish
brushed ponies manes, ate the flies as they fell free
real life was not so different
swallowed down you and your day old whispers
held your nude frame with rebellion more than passion
we had a hard time keeping faith while held up in my bed, swearing at the curtains unparted folds, like the space between teenage legs
its not right to speak of young girls like so...
but i was once so young in a dream or drugged out state or a drunken memory
i dont know
i just remember i stood around naked and brushed a horses hair

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