21 October 2012
Once I saw you, and I knew you had this... Zing This sparky, blinking, wide eyed gaudiness, you Blinded everyone with your nature. "Fuck predictability" You'd say, between the fall of the poker chips Flickering, never surrendering thought To the greying news-print faces of reality and its monotone bones I have seen you tell so many lies, But you had stockings on your thighs And that makes all this mess alright You smacked like lightning With an enthusiasm That made me want to laugh Made me want to run Bubble and boil like you Vibrate with so much hate Of getting old; you were so bold, A fire starter, a messed up kid, And smudged and smoky, In the soot of this abysmal bliss, We kissed,
And yet now, I'm here, Alone at home, With your number in my phone, And I've been waiting for the thought to bloom, When I can find the words that say You're fucked up and amazing in every way
Ode To Passion • Opuss № I