the world,
broken upon my skull.
and how shall i choose to mend it
this time around?
for how i mend it
is how it stays,
until it breaks upon me again,
and i mend it differently,
and it looks new.
two friends have found lovers
in each other.
another has found the navy.
and here i sit
upon a stalagmite sofa
and want to move.
1 comment:
I'd be lying if I said that greco type cubism look isn't the most awesome thing I've ever seen. Would a stalagmite sofa go up your butt? Is that the idea? There's a cave-rock so far up your butt you can't move anywhere?
Hopefully I'll have lots of absent-minded sketches and rhymes to present on Wednesday, but I don't think any of them will be going up my butt.
Unless, you know, that's part of the contract or something.
A naval contract that mandates a session in "just bending over and learning to take it from the bigger sailors once in awhile coz hey, 8 weeks IS a long time to be at sea without any hookers" school, I wouldn't put it past 'em.
And if it meant the difference between keeping my rating and going to Leavenworth, then, Shit, I guess it would be the same thing.
p.s. my secret word was slfupzob, which sounds like someone with a cold trying to say sulfer-tab, which wouldn't be funny, except I think that Pepsi is making a new sulfer-flavored soda. Coke is coming out with magnesium just to compete but.....you know, coke's fascist and all.
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