consuming sunburned flesh for lack of anything better

[harraser]

We'll travel the world
Each circled which way round
To memorise every face insomnia allows
And give them all a second each
To tell their story
In 5 words or less.
This will be our small endeavour
To understand mankind.

We'll peek our heads from behind the curtains
Pull in our shoes, lower our profiles
Observe unobserved and all unobtrusive
Watching the numbers in their interactions
With other numbers
Or with the furniture.

Making our lists,
Categorising.
Describing descriptions and classifying.
We'll attempt a defnition before the years out
Or at least by the time the budgets gone.

So lets raise our flasks and hopes alike,
Make exquisite flowery toasts
To assumptions,
To high grade ethanol,
And all these little things that help us forget our fear
In the face of the real unknown.

And finally,
With a long chugging gulp
And a pant for the warmth,
We'll pitch our beakers full into the glass.
And as the shards of the mirror fall
We'll smile and reach out our wrists
To cement our illusions in "life".

 

[cherub]

So lets raise our flasks and hopes alike,
Make exquisite flowery toasts
To assumptions,
To high grade ethanol,
And all these little things that help us forget our fear
In the face of the real unknown.
this is a great piece, ant i am very impressed but this little bit, touched me which you probably already know the reasons why
i am glad to see you write like this.
love and hugs

 

[yoUr bLiSS]

Or with the furniture.
hehe...reminds me of that interpole song...also of "cracked-out" chair.....hehe..
yes it is great to see you writing like this again...glad you found inspiration with all the peeps during your travels....
you are so talented it makes me sick...

 

[up all night]

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