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I.
as retro-reality
takes its toll on our pentagram
notions, our emotions quake
every time our love shifts
closer to gravity—
closer to depravity and likely
to resume its fasting status
with a man-on-moon mentality.
so we'll keep drinking these lost
energies to appease some form
of fickle enemy. dress me up or
down,
across the star-way so we can
murmur to the craters beneath us:
we can't stand your inflated
solemnity; let's fall into a habit
of adrenaline divinity.
II.
But then I’ll float on high-end
space, attending some
fallacious basis to entail
a greater suppression of veracity.
On hooker moons and bar
flute stars, I'll sell my love to you
for free: we've only got
this one chance, love,
so let's stay up all night
and refuse to leave.
- by Aphrodite f l y t r a p |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/29/2008 |
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- Title: Studded Cardboard
- Artist: Aphrodite f l y t r a p
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Description:
Two part poem on the unrealness of love. hehe
The entire title is Studded Cardboard and Black Lights.
But it didn't fit. - Date: 11/29/2008
- Tags: studded cardboard black
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