Love against the law. 1098 miles.
Gut jump. Heart pump. Subgingival
blood diffusing in the mouth
tastes sweet -- the kink of betrayal.
The thrill of neglecting to brush your teeth
in favour of making love all morning.
Bonnie and Clyde never really died.
Decree: there will never be a kiss.
Live with a knife sticking out of your chest
to the amusement of the gallery.
Fill with unrequited fire. Burn. Burn.
White flames licking at internal organs.
Burn. 1098 miles. Burn. 22630 hours.
You must remember this: a kiss is still a kiss.
Shame on needing some time and space.
Shame on video games instead of sex.
Shame on toilet paper, cat litter and broken wine glasses.
Shame on Laszlo Toth for smashing pieta.
Shame on keeping diamonds in the bottom drawer.
The movie ends when he gets the girl
and no one cares what happens next.
Monday, June 13, 2011
An Old Fashioned Love Song
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