[|dith's drivel|]

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

i'm evil.
i told him to c&p into his blog
just so i could steal it and put it here without lifting so much of a finger.
*grins*
but i have a headache.
so i'm automatically forgiven, i assume!
:D

here's the post i stole:

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It's 2.14 AM. Tuesday. I was shadowing just now. Words just seem to flow out of her like runny syrup. She's a natural, I swear. She started. I merely followed through.

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wolfen bushel of intent
the bane of my existence
i leapt at the mane of the lion
and plucked the wings of a crane
solitary peacock feather soiled in the mangrove
swamp me with a thousand scorpion stings
the pain elevates my molten mind
to new heights of perfect clarity
searing these eyeballs with new light
the sun is in your eyes
the crescent of a moon at your throat
your ears run with false praise
of a selfish desire to appreciate
and a tendency to underscore
feel the flow of the leather carvings
the thongs and chaps that secure
keeping secrets bound and people ignorant
their faces polished black shoes
silver spoons on their eyes and coins on their tongue
like so much porknip and cat knuckle
canuckle head, really.
and a wagging tail sometimes
crumpled ideas play hide and seek in a dumptruck
amongst the cartons and eggshells
supermarket waste
confectionary chaos
pastry floating with dead leaves in a teacup
it's raining coffee at the funeral
but Java's in indonesia
and the Seychelles will sink in 7 years
geographical arithmetic spinning slowly to the left
the wheels on the bus go round and round
like barney the dinosaur is purple and gay
and the alien's a lazy man from mars
lounging in the red rock and drinking sand
wishing it were blue mist and mountain dew
as the blades of grass sweep your feet over the cliff's edge
you fall and spread your wings
two platforms of steel structure sprouting and slitting the air
magnolias, umbrellas and fillet mignons
a dramatic platter and clatter on a rainy day
nude mother in laws posing for pictures
so much like the calendar on the wall
i cross out dates and hours
time oozes like red donut jam
it bleeds from my fingertips, over the pencil blade
nestling between the whorls and whirls to settle in the wood
the wolves and wolverhampton bunnies bark and frolic
insanity overtaking the wilderness
in my backyard garden gnome
a neanderthal was his mother
his father a lawn mower's assiduous assistant
so feed the grass and spin the yarn
it's a long tattertale
a floaty thread at the hem of a dress
that's what rumpelstiltskin said
his own name a misshapened weave
nobody sees beyond the looking glass
alice was in wonderland
chasing rabbits and potion bottles
stacks of fungi and miasma
the rot that is rouge and mascara
powdering cracks and craters
if only women knew it better.

Yeah. If only women knew it better. Maybe they do? If only they knew how to spell too. It's 2.19 AM. What time is it over there?

...and dith babbled on at the insane hour of 2:30:00 AM