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Then
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Tuesday, Mar. 23, 2004/9:05 pm untitled Crazy girl with eyes stapled shut coloured grey, a sketch of the blues misty smudges of charcoal & chalk. wandering through your hall-ways watching you walk in those impressive 5 inch heels hot pink, to match your spark - Passing you on a tube train back turned from the light you think, ponder, just for a brief, second, can she see you? & yes. She understands, completely. - Avoiding busy park lanes, the mainstream hustle and bustle. Crowded galleries, where you aim to shout the loudest. A playground of beauty, intense perfection, unable to blend shadow with paint. - So she taps, on the table, with her stubbed fingernails, chipped and weathered varnish. No chanel number 5. Just potent despair, number 7. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |