images, eerrr....silly wordplay

construction site:
steel bar of a chainlink fence
chimney stack and six pence
longhaired persian white
sliding through the breaks
blue eyes this cat
tirade of houses and bricks
building up sticks and stones
owning streetlights and lamp posts
felling lines
pink and orange flowers on white china
laughter wisps through
a ghost in the avenue
triumphant baby in baby blue
wrapped in white
bright lights and charade so close to parade
my heyday closing
my fence torn
pretending cold air is cigarette smoke
blowing out where gold veins
run in rivers beneath my feet
under the concrete
little boys talk to ghosts in norfolk, massachusettes
saying, "they talk to me because they know i will
listen to them. they need somebody to talk to."
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just another lasso
just another fishing line
tying to the trees
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new brunswick
mad hatters out again
scratching me neath my chin
ariel, eloise,
one long nail painted pink
raised like a stake upside down
plunge into the cake
he's always licking frosting off of
her fingers
she is making tracks on his back
like the little engine that could
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masquerauding maudlin midget
my meece'll fleece your sheep
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hell rings with a bell
a tiny little golden bell
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village of the damned
reading it again old man?
she'll do handstands
she'll do backbends
can't do it again though
same song and dance
cherry trees and blackberry's
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absinthe is nice drink for a frigid night
isn't that right?
when the bees are freezing in their hives
and the sutter is too stale
gone with the wind and wiles
and wayward smiles
cuddle up with the midnight special
once again, take 10, coming round the bend
she'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes
if she ever does come
if you could ever send her the telegram
and get it right
sigh. slight. dragons bellow into the fireplace
rousing the coals
you stop and pause and drink
thinking you'd like to use the poker
while she's using tongs
to take meat off of the grill
wotta bee-yahch
wotta. wotta ottah.
drink too-ooh.
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all those chords wrapped around your fingers
hopscotching through your web
spinning, sinning, spinning
twirling on a dance floor out of reach'
reeling in, you have me within grasp
catching me before i fall
out of way, out of line
so out of line, out of time, and slipping out of
but you have me
knowing
you leech, sucking me into this vaccum of alice
in wonderland
they've left us now,
you and i, no longer with four agencies at our backs
now, it's one or two at the most
the hostess with the mostest is soooo, so miserable
say it in french mi amor, "miserable".
why is it that the french know so well
how to say a word that fits a common feeling
miserable
les miserables
lo siento, pero no palabra is fitting, or said right
unless it's said in french
les miserables
adieu, adieu, adieu
sounds very german in a way
very distant to me
very familiar
adieu
montiganeu...mmm, how's it spelled,
the name of the man and what's he named for anyway?
montiganue
i have cinnomon whiskey
my friend
and screwdrivers
for every unfinished construction project
i have a solution
a screwdriver for you my dear
when you put your hand around my neck
and pulled me in so close
i wondered at my collar
fantastic and surreal
breathing was a tournament and one i loved to win
i see myself spinning out of your reach
twirling and then coming in but for a moment and spinning
to the other side, out again
but i am only face to face with you
for a moment
while there are so many waiting in line to take my place
you have the entire world
a bevy of beauties
while i am fading
in some ways, i'm not ignorant to the clock
or to my lack of pennies
i fallen slack
so sorry to your MI5
"she's no prize"
no, never was
i was above this
i was
you knew
they didn't want you to
so tie up the box again
girl grew up across from a cornfield
corn fed, corn bred
girl is common, so common, a shaft of wheat
won't pale beside her
potato hill road man
she grew up on potato hill road
give up this for that?
phat chance
ooommpa-loompa
phat
chance
blueberry boy
find your way about willy wonkas chocolate factoria
historia
pero gracias
oh yes, such a wondeful time. did i enjoy this game?
yes, of course, wonderful
james bond, will never forget you--salute
to you and your beautiful
colombian fucking "bride"
cheers matie




So anyway, as I was saying, I'm completely normal and being playful with words isn't a sign of madness. Sniff. Nose in the air.

I'm not drinking either.

;) Goodnight.