14 April 2009

Bad Poetry For Good Bands

Blink

all the angst and all...
the joy of youth in packages fair and sweet
what IS my age?
who IS the girl at the rock show?
and if i take my toaster in the bath, will you be my new girlfriend?

though profane
on surface light appears
profound arrives on closer looks
closer looks
closer looks

why wouldn't you pun
enemy
enema
we all wish we had thought of it, we all can wish but never live

take
off
your pants and
jacket

never looked so close at break of day
never came so close to perfect revelry
never died in minds of middle school

one hundred
eighty
two

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