October 28, 2003

bad post-birthday attempt at a short poem

You make me feel like morphine
you make me want to rip the phone out of the wall
I'd chop down a forest for you
like riding the helter skelter, it swallows the universe
there's no rhyme or reason, just technical teeth
cannibal girls won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight
do da
whistling over the liffey, flannery o'conner kissed my lips
and left me crying, suspended
the orange light means everything is over
so hide under the covers, lovers
for the good of mankind, to the suprise of mankind
only I never felt less like a bird

Posted by orion at October 28, 2003 03:17 PM | TrackBack