Army Of Erections
A secret kept in pale for any girl untouched at the throne In life so it seems, to be led by an army of erections Waiting, as cold lips gutter from the hills And a mirror of wine and nails Stand firm with any treasure to find In lace and daisy grins, there is much to sleep Where public displays of mockery and sex Lay sweet on the tongue, calming the messiah and his men Most remember a song, played with violins and spoons Dancing a duet, followed by fingers down their spine And in any exhibit, a girls heart behind glass Beating an awful red, Sounding dying rabbits in winter Desire despoiled the flesh once so emollient Caught between juicy depictions The girl lay with ash and wishes Marching on, thrusting upon her ravaged humors When the first cannon is fired She can only duck and spit And When the first sword is drawn She can only bleed your comfortI hope you can find some meaning in this... :) Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 07:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"A secret kept in pale for any girl untouched at the throne..."