Sunday, June 19, 2005
wah...
and i don't know if i like this, but it's to compensate for my lack of lyrical input as of late...
“She needs a new pair of eyeglasses
with black rims wrought of plastic
for her to better see the world
the world;
the people who live and go about it.
She dons modern spectacles…
of not so real glass…
to hide her wide wandering eyes
from other sights there yonder
—or so she likes to think.
three years, five years…
four years and two,
she donned the eyes beneath
a black-framed pseudo sheath.
She needs a new pair of eyeglasses
with black rims wrought of plastic
for fear the thoughts spill over
from the rather human exterior.”
sucky.
pat (
http://pat.pixelled.com)
Posted by inktrip at 10:52 PM