Factory dolls

wax lyrical darling.
And remind me of your listless mornings
where coffees and tabletop arguments reign
Amazing mondays and their missing miracles

Scent , perfume, memory.
So here we linger in our newfound glory
Juggling the fool and the hierophant with love
Freeze in the swealtering jungle heat - and breathe

Of noon showers , and naps
Funny how the sun tilts slightly
And froths in fits , undeveloped passion.
Your sewage of dreams

Evening. Lanky shadows. Loose silk.
Don't try too hard with the talking
Krall plays in the background. Hear. See
Serial drams , animes . sub-zero cameras to buy

Would you forgive me?



EDIT : ok. apparently after a phone call from jon , this looks as though i am writing about someone. NO. am not writing about anyone in particular. This deals with time.