13 Aug 2008




words trail from her mouth like poison ivy,
the venom verbage of angels,
as she clasps her thoughts to her,
placing then into a velvet handbag the colour of sin
then walking down the highway
on hydraulic hips that threaten to
corrode the minds of innocents.



6 comments:

Aaron Held said...

this wonderful!

Aaron Held said...

with an is in between there

Jaie said...

lol!

(you should rad my rants.)

Jaie said...

read**

Aaron Held said...

I'm a foreigner to my own language and grammar, maybe I'm not from this world...haha

C.J. Duffy said...

I don't think that i ever was of this world. So much of it scares the bejeezers out of me, myself included.
Thanks to all for the sweet words.