Irony. Packaged in a nutshell

me? a walking pillow. if you can live with that. i am always around.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

what to post?

i have not posted for so long? and now. i have to think of what to post.

to be honest. i am afraid. so yes. let me think before i finally do jot something down here.


more soon. in the following day.


edit : this just in.


Marzipan


Like tangled wires on a breadboard
Your mind rests on the edge
chisled and cut from younger misdirects
A tender finish to your Marzipan

To the untrained, and the unworthy
rubbed raw and already listless from the day's turn
The phantom fruit grips bitter
Sometimes juicy flesh is better

Longing , by the roadside towards home
A moment to keep for the gentle worm
Lingering around in that Marzipan soul
working its way to your brew, cracks wait for the paint to dry.

Smoke , Mirrors and that layer of Ice
Nope. No sugar , No spice.
Pour over those dregs into the sink
Preserved fruits are best sold cold.