Sunday, October 17, 2010

always go to art school

this wild heart knows its not
knew its path from the start
maybe being wild is staying on the same street
beginning to end.
groping for disaster
but never really reaching it
a chicken of such nobility
wears the crown of her father
and the familiar rings of her mother.
queen and king of the same old same olds
a new concept
when everyone is dying to be different.
is being the same being the most unique of all?
jump on the bed til the cows come home
and keep promises.

"don't go, i'll eat you up i love you so."

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