Nov. 29th, 2008

Memery...

Nov. 29th, 2008 04:49 pm
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Put your music player on shuffle. Write down the first line of the first twenty songs. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title. Where my player chose songs by an artists already selected I skipped on through those to get a wider selection.

Behold my poem of nonsense:

Survive tonight, I may be going down

Don't you love her madly?
This thing called love
You tell me you're leaving, I can't believe it's true

I get high on a buzz
The dream's dying mother
I'm an alligator

I find it in the atlas, flipping over old news
Monty, this seems strange to me.

Some of us are reaching for stardust
There's dirt in the machine, yeah where there's oxygen there's rust
Humidity is rising, barometer's getting low

You don't have a clue what it is like to be next to you
I've got a little black book with my poems in
still in a gondolier

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
I can't stand by and see you destroyed

Good golly said Little Miss Molly
I know I've been saying there's something I have to prove

Steady girl on your feet, you and your wandering
The city is a jungle, you'd better take care, never walk alone after midnight.

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