Saturday, December 26, 2009
more random late night scribblings. happy christmas btw! (:
Untitled (26/12/09)
He's always
the boy in glasses
who stole my candy.
Who later went with smoke to cigarettes,
lived on dirty grass
and mutable scent boxes.
Raconteured with gum in mouth
and angled head with dazed look
but not on weed.
Stole my rings and the hand
that came with it.
But somewhere in between suspenders and denim,
I saw only him.
Still glasses on his shelf,
to remind me he is mine.
Over Zeppelin and Twinings,
things look better through his eyes.
brin bit this at ; 2:40 AM