The Teenagers
He has a single expression in photographs,
she has the flawless arse
only youth and starvation can bestow.
They pose amidst a drift of stars,
each an echo of the other,
kissed with golden, dusted lips of fortune.
Dance in fields of mushroom-bred dreams,
postage-stamp orphans. Bless the winds
that toss you through nights of raucous harmonies.
When you're old like me, you'll remember
every lip that pressed to yours
as a gift of immortality.
The only things to remain real
are moments we glance against each other
along the way.
she has the flawless arse
only youth and starvation can bestow.
They pose amidst a drift of stars,
each an echo of the other,
kissed with golden, dusted lips of fortune.
Dance in fields of mushroom-bred dreams,
postage-stamp orphans. Bless the winds
that toss you through nights of raucous harmonies.
When you're old like me, you'll remember
every lip that pressed to yours
as a gift of immortality.
The only things to remain real
are moments we glance against each other
along the way.
posted by burning moon at 1:42 PM
6 Comments:
Beautiful
Although, I don't agree about the old bit *grin*
Especially love this
"They pose amidst a drift of stars,
each an echo of the other,
kissed with golden, dusted lips of fortune."
stunning
Thanks Chris. Not exactly old, no. But compared to them I am. I wish you could see the picture that inspired this. It's a tiny postage stamp sized sticker of my son and his girlfriend at the time. They made it in one of those photo booths and stuck it on my computer (I have tons of stickers all over my computer).
It took me ages to notice it was them. I kept looking at it and thinking the people in it looked familiar, but I didn't know you could make stickers like that so I thought it was just some weird coincidence, lol.
I thought this might be a bit heavy handed:
Dance in your fields of mushroom-bred dreams,
postage stamp orphans.
what do you think?
Dance in your fields of mushroom-bred dreams,postage stamp orphans.
Its excellent, simple as that.
There are a billion poets out there who would cut off their toes to be able to come up with an image, line, reference half as unique as that kid.
cut off their toes!!! ugh! lol. whatever made you think of that?
what makes me think of anything on a given day lol
I have decided when my mind was created in the person factory oh so long ago, they stamp minds into brains did you know? well they do, and as they were stamping my brain with the mind I would carry for the next however many years was written onto my life sheet, the woman, who's name was Glady's, and who had had a big night the night before, stumbled just as she was stamping my brain, and the stamp tilted to one side, embossing my mind on a slight angle , all the thoughts thereafter are out of kilter with the rest of humanity, I never quite think of or about anything like anyone else.
I can request a repair, because Im still under warranty, my mother went for the extended warranty at the time, but
I kinda like being strange lol
and THATS why I thought of cutting off their toes *grin*
happy I could clear that up for you :P
lol
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