2007-01-09
we arejust murdering
moments
and travelling along
the mobius strip
of infinity
a bit of gin
and it all gets dark
you sink in your glass
to see your cheeks pressed
against the linoleum tiles
at the bottom
you bump into reason
as it slides
across the kitchen floor
suddenly you are
pushing up mushrooms
instead of daises
tinkerbell
is dancing on your grave
and you
quietly waltzing
with your vibrating mind
Katrina at 7:40 PM