1.
And we thought
I need.......something................
Games we play.
Need a light?
Click the zippo
make-up scattered, battered and
no such shit.
Peace kills.
Life means dreams
inspiring itsu etsum.
2.
Assembling here,
book-ends shattered,
stolen tarts are everywhere.
Moses at mountain,
shattered feelings.
Revolution, REVOLUTION!
Lost the genes like Constantine.
I can help bring on the the black, is it....
and like........
How exciting -
prevaricating -
in your eyes.
(c) Michael Emine 2006
Michael Emine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spun-gold/
