Saturday, March 29, 2008

same new drug

ive been feeding on darkroom images of
the sin i sought,
modest lust and thought.
my eyes memorising a neon-glow jawline,
collar bone and
there are hollows and ridges i climb up and into
in my sleep,no more
than grains of spacebound tears

music scattered around by those eyes
and gaping nostrils
like the forest breeze in spring,
wild yet soft and the tint.
theres always the tint.

but beyond the grainy hue,
a tide of burning red and the witching
hour gives me
more than thirst or thought.

this aint nothing, ho. and ok yes i posted, go me. even though more than half of teh people i tagged in my lastpost havnt done their tag. sheh shoot me someone.

and bytheway, this:

is me and the new oink. ive had enough of virtual pigs, now this is the real shit :D


Saturnalia's Offspring said...

Let's just say I gracefully decline to do the tag.
Now post, please?

weevil girl said...


littleblackstar said...

pretty oink!

Lucid Darkness said...

Kutti you. :|

Oink is cute!

Pongy Papaya said...

yesh your oink n u r both cute :)
but poetry ta nice..n soft physicality used to express d drugged thingy.nice :)

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

you're so CUTE y'know?

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

and I SWEAR I hadn't read the other comments before I posted that

little boxes said...

piccie be extremely cute and so be oink.
and the poem be nice and soft.
i the likes