Tuesday, April 7, 2009

You never get wise, you only get older.

There's that evil beauty again
in the booths of booze and
slights of hand,
smock dresses and smokers stresses,
party favours through the favours of friends.
Glittering like a speck of sand
hit by the opalescent night.
The night is ours with our
skinny legs taking us nowhere
oh so fast
when we're everywhere
with everything for which
we didn't have to ask.

So get back
to watching videos of
and corruption
and the Power
of Positive Thinking.
Because our pictures are
in the newspaper box
and on the newspaper box
now too.
It's no crime?

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