Monday, August 16, 2010

Harmonious Friend

My friend is a self tuning instrument,

playing unfamiliar melodies. Don't B flat.

Misunderstood tune synthesizes to a mystery.

Te quiero.

We speak only in pirate tongue.

Acquiesce squire to veritas.

Are your pants on fire?

Truth revolves but not becoming a pistol,

or does it coagulate to the blossom pistil?

Doubts flower by the hour.

His words are the sweet incubus rolling in my mind.

Veritas. Where it is.

What is hidden can be found.

The court jester is amusing muse.

Shameless hoodoo that you do.

Amorphous riddles about amour.

Why is your song so unfamiliar?

Can't you see the skin walker that I am,

the lone she wolf in human skin.

Are my eyes glowing?

I'm just happy to see you.

Run and get knackered.

I'll huff, puff, and blow

through your symphonic defenses.

So hombre, get knackered and prolly

I will place you in my trolley.

Look deep into my eyes.

You are mine.

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