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09 March 2007
19:54:00 o'clock GMT
My hustler is a plastic whore
Waits on the couch for night to fall,
Anticipates the morning flesh
The need, the rush, the sticky mess.
My cowboy lives on campbells soup
And for a treat an oxo cube,
His p-stained silks I sell as prints;
They sell real well the more they stink.
My camera films him while he sleeps;
His portrait fills the wall filled screens.
I watch the people watching watch
His eyelids dance to unseen dreams.
My killer wants her fifteen minutes,
She doesn't like to be unnamed.
A voice from fames high altar says,
"Each moment shall be infinite."
My body, bloodied, bullet tore,
Waits on the floor for death to call;
Anticipates the flesh mourning
for touch, a taste, a sound, its stench.
My sight, light undimmed caresses;
My star unset maintains its rise.
My life reborn fortune blesses;
The moon, the sun, become my eyes.
My wigs, my scars, my pallid hues,
My small editions, mass produced;
Judge with grace my worldly views and
Wave by buying my snakeskin shoes.
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19:54:00 o'clock GMT
Twenty Five Thousand Dollar Portraits
My hustler is a plastic whore
Waits on the couch for night to fall,
Anticipates the morning flesh
The need, the rush, the sticky mess.
My cowboy lives on campbells soup
And for a treat an oxo cube,
His p-stained silks I sell as prints;
They sell real well the more they stink.
My camera films him while he sleeps;
His portrait fills the wall filled screens.
I watch the people watching watch
His eyelids dance to unseen dreams.
My killer wants her fifteen minutes,
She doesn't like to be unnamed.
A voice from fames high altar says,
"Each moment shall be infinite."
My body, bloodied, bullet tore,
Waits on the floor for death to call;
Anticipates the flesh mourning
for touch, a taste, a sound, its stench.
My sight, light undimmed caresses;
My star unset maintains its rise.
My life reborn fortune blesses;
The moon, the sun, become my eyes.
My wigs, my scars, my pallid hues,
My small editions, mass produced;
Judge with grace my worldly views and
Wave by buying my snakeskin shoes.
Written by kwaw93 Blog about this entry |
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