until the hankerchief of history covers us with its
times new roman black and white post script, i will wear
lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms,
looking like art decco in my september complexion
and red against blue skies,
and have those pictures taken to be proof
against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we wore color,
that we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions
in the cement surrounded city parts,
that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science,
that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl
and never combed it or put it in braids,
that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
so that we would have something honest to dance to,
something soulful to sing to,
and sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window,
because it was dark outside,
and the flourescents inside left shadows under our chests
and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest, yeah i'm vain,
there was light here before there wasn't,
and before that there wasn't,
but seagulls still ate shallow water fish,
morning boys still cast tall shadows
and all the while the stars are slowly seperating.


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    General Commentmy version would be:

    in la'kesh i'll hold my breat till i'm blue until the next time i see you

    i'm recording the vocals in my underwear
    your shit sounds like you...recorded...in a hoodie on a hot day
    with a fucking ball cap tilted to cover your right eye
    your shit is fake
    you're play-acting
    this ain't drama class it's unhealthy
    it's only boosting your bipolarity

    until the handkerchief of history covers us with its
    times new roman black and white post script
    i will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms
    looking like art deco in my september complexion and
    red against blue skies
    and have those pictures taken to be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher that
    (we work color)
    that we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions in cement surrounded city parks
    that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science
    that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids
    that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans so that we would have something honest to dance to
    something soulful to sing to and
    sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window
    because it was dark outside
    and the fluorescence inside left shadows under our chests and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest
    yeah i'm vain
    there was life here before there wasn't
    and before that there wasn't
    but seagulls still ate shallow water fish
    morning boys still cast tall shadows
    and all the while the stars are slowly separating

    elizabeth
    i don't know what you expect
    i just want to hide my face
    in the trench between your breasts

    in la'kesh
    i've got no heart pumping my chest
    ?
    and i crave for your flesh

    elizabeth
    i don't know what you expect
    i just want to leave my breath
    and get between your legs

    in la'kesh
    when we meet again
    i'll say hello you'll say...
    and end will be end

    these are songs to be listened to after i'm dead
    when old women start wearing their hair grey
    these are songs to help an ant find its shadow
    songs to bump in your beam cruiser 2060
    top down hair blowing in the absence of air
    whooming to the *shhhh*
    ondracon January 13, 2010   Link

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