sobota, januar 21, 2006

What he is to me

a warm loaf of finest bread
I'd love to sneak under my armpit
and run with it
as if my pants were on fire

rowdy nerv under his
steely tortoiseshell
perfect for empty inaudible
knocking at
(it echoes splendidly)

little off the hook
beast from Rezija
who'd look very glam
with my pink belt
around his neck

thermal spring
I need to revive my
coagulation

4 Comments:

At 6:25 dop., Blogger BigWhale said...

Under my armpit, bi precej lepse zvenelo, ce bi bilo under my coat....

Mogoce sem pac samo jaz tako cuden, da mi armpit najprej asocira na majhne zelene svaljke.

:P

 
At 10:02 dop., Blogger Zvita said...

Ne gre za to, kaj lepše zveni, ampak, kaj zares čutim in kaj primera pomeni.

Bolje bi bilo, da bi hlebček kruha stlačila med noge, ampak bi potem težko tekla.

 
At 3:01 pop., Blogger BigWhale said...

Slednje bi bilo precej neugodno, ce bi do doma potem prinesla precej vlazen kruh. Pa se drobil bi se med hojo.

Vem, da ne gre za to, kaj lepse zveni, samo to ne spremeni asociacije na zelene svaljke.

 
At 9:40 dop., Anonymous Anonimni said...

Under my armpit with warm bread...... WTF

 

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