This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

So whta? I still dance.

Do you not want a new language?
New words for the alien stuck between the brackets of M and F?
Explosions of dreams, Technicolor song sequences, smoke and a howl. You and me.
Between. You find me. And I am not going to spill to your side.
I stand here raving, raking, thumping to "Bird Flu".
I have a neon finger and here, take it up.

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