09 January 2009

i dont always draw my hands

i don't always draw my hands
perhaps i should
as it puts me into a 
state of mind
i don't know what treasures
ill find

the long corridor
so far away
calls me and somewhere
i see where we call
to each other

in the vacuum of space
our desires symbolize
life's simple pleasures
in front of our
wide open
primate eye

knocking about the universe
like a run-away bride
we cackle at the keeper
and haunt him
in his hard boots

shut out any darkness
that might let any care
or hold stronger than
the course of our 
distant memories

fucking chancers
on a lump of wet rock
dodging comets 

copyright cosmic 2009 

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