Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Its All Architectural.

Morality Of A Body

They're still laughing.
How i managed it,
it is still a mystery.
Trying to comb your hair
with my teeth.
Eagerly prompting
the leftover memories.

It will wind up as
a ringing sound in my ear.
When i reach into
my pants,
it is not pornography.
Soon, someone will take over
my reverie.

When the sun
warms my toes,
Where are our tattoos?
I'll bargain their
laugh for tee-hee.
Questioning what is
truly dear to me.

Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )

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