Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Hungry in the Head.

Like a low flash James Brown.
And all of it good.
All of it smooth.
Crazy happy screams.
Free formed.
Just wait ‘till those pins are all lined up.
The expected destruction for fun.
The easiest drug is fatigue.
With a come down welcomed.
Candles and night shadows.
But the dice keep rolling on.
Brain boogie.
Young cuties smile.
Passing by.
It is so easy to forget to worry.
To be safe in the fire.
To not miss the sounds or sun.
Meeting the minutes in-between the ticks.
What can possibly touch your heart?
When the yells are like leather.
Sprung from another’s tears.


Blogger Tiger said...


October 6, 2005 at 8:52 AM  
Blogger Sugar said...

'meeting the minutes in-between the ticks'

hell Rex you just oooooze charm!

October 6, 2005 at 9:04 AM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

A bit of a stretch.

October 7, 2005 at 1:20 AM  
Blogger Leviathan said...

You said leather!
Possibly my favourite word in all the universe. Rolls off the tongue like silk...

October 7, 2005 at 10:34 AM  
Blogger jadedprimadonna said...

Safe in the fire... yes - I know that line all too well...

October 17, 2005 at 10:43 PM  
Blogger Jaxe said...

I have one thing to say, Rex:


That was pure.

October 24, 2005 at 5:31 PM  

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