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Thursday, October 05, 2006
Dinnerplates and Cashmere
AH! RESURRECTION OF THE POETRY!
So... I wrote this after dinner tonight. The moon was absolutely HUGE and a pale papery color. It looked like an old stained paper coaster. You know, like you put under glasses on wooden tables... anyway. No title as of yet. My cashmere sweater is pleasantly autumnal and fuzzy.
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The moon is dinnerplate-big and I'm wearing cashmere.
They say, "Hey Lucy, where your diamonds?"
But I'm wearing pearls
and they creep beneath my skin.
I am a tender oyster membrane and my name isn't even Lucy.
I feel like a mother.
But I'm still young and have got my own who I don't even see.
I don't like small children.
Or maybe I do.
I'm so indecisive.
And that's if someone will take me.
Imagine that the stars were linked to the trees
and reined by the wind.
Any time a breath moved a leaf, they'd jingle at the end of their chains.
A happy little dog dancing around his post.
It only looks like a dance, he's really pulling away.
Or maybe snapping at a fly.
If I could understand animal nature.
Why do they howl at the moon?
Maybe it feels like home.
So... I wrote this after dinner tonight. The moon was absolutely HUGE and a pale papery color. It looked like an old stained paper coaster. You know, like you put under glasses on wooden tables... anyway. No title as of yet. My cashmere sweater is pleasantly autumnal and fuzzy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The moon is dinnerplate-big and I'm wearing cashmere.
They say, "Hey Lucy, where your diamonds?"
But I'm wearing pearls
and they creep beneath my skin.
I am a tender oyster membrane and my name isn't even Lucy.
I feel like a mother.
But I'm still young and have got my own who I don't even see.
I don't like small children.
Or maybe I do.
I'm so indecisive.
And that's if someone will take me.
Imagine that the stars were linked to the trees
and reined by the wind.
Any time a breath moved a leaf, they'd jingle at the end of their chains.
A happy little dog dancing around his post.
It only looks like a dance, he's really pulling away.
Or maybe snapping at a fly.
If I could understand animal nature.
Why do they howl at the moon?
Maybe it feels like home.
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