You plundered my soul
As if my center was made of cream
As the sangria turned to applesauce, I remembered
how much I loved Who's the Boss
twas the day in your night
like ginger and chocolate
you are a craving i just can't stop
fuck you
sweetly
the end is extremely nigh
- 474 Prospect on the eve on February 14th, 2011
Captain Cat in his galley
Lounging in her lace and sequined bow-tie
Vile, villain in a masque of innocence eternal
Thy plaster cannot hide, nor paint
obscure, thy agedness, infernal
well, now i feel observed
OMG, the bow-ties are abound
LOL, TTLY
What is the internet anyway?
and who can see beyond
being but 1994 today -
would we not mock uncharitably
to wish the past away?
so much cabbage. Alas your glass-
- is a short glass
short glass, tall order
in the end, we'll meet at the border
you said it was real
so steal it if you will
a chain left in pendulm dangle
the cameo spun into disoriented
bliss
i miss ms. champagne and her
mister and his mister's sister
On that I say,
Champagne Maintain!
- late night 474 Prospect on February 14th, 2011
