Lighbulbs are fetching insects from doorsteps
the glory of music has been buried in the backyard
little diana sings,uselessly to her deaf father,
his eyes puckered to a gossamery stone,
Mother seduces sunsets on deserted streets
Her legs trembling every now and then
Men she doesn't know stop by
and kiss her on the head
She blushes and glows like the bulb..
the glory of music has been buried in the backyard
little diana sings,uselessly to her deaf father,
his eyes puckered to a gossamery stone,
Mother seduces sunsets on deserted streets
Her legs trembling every now and then
Men she doesn't know stop by
and kiss her on the head
She blushes and glows like the bulb..
So circular! The bulb that she is, seduction of light, the insects that gather. The more they flit, the more she shines, the more she attracts, and all the while the music has been suffocated like yesterdays campfire. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteDamn, you wrote it well though. You've got the magic.
~Annie
Annie,
ReplyDeletethank you for handing me the magic wand...but i know no use of magic....but it feels good that you could find that glimmer in me....
"been suffocated like yesterdays campfire"...love that...