Cats with eyes from every angle
Cats stalking, cats leaping, cats rolling, cats focusing
An edge can be razor sharp
The creepy baby is crawling in the snow looking for a bottle
The creepy baby is crawling in a green open field looking for a bottle, it wants to be held
The creepy baby in the rain and the sunshine
The creepy baby never in its stroller, never with its mother
It has no mother, it has no father
With your ever-white onesie, creepy baby, I've never seen you in your beautiful house
My cards are under a new bed for 10 more months
In the future I will peer into more distant futures
Hands used to appear from clouds and bursts of flame
Hands used to be upturned, fashioned of wood, realized in marble
The Help, a blockbuster book and a blockbuster movie
That new Underworld in stretch-leather and latex and 3D
They come in threes in death and backup singers and Japan
They come to me in the evening with staircases that weren't there and standing lamps made lances
All the better to stab you with, my pretty
My pretty, what small fists you have
All the better to punch you in the eyeball, you evil old witch
Punch punch punch
Dodge
Punch parry parry punch punch punch
Dodge
Lean into it. Leap into it. Give it what you got
Give it what you have, this is all you have right now
Cats, creepy babies, movies, nightmare adrenaline, and small fists so much better for punching eyeballs
February 19, 2012
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1 comments:
My fav:
"They come to me in the evening with staircases that weren't there and standing lamps made lances."
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