Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Kings and Queens of the Wallflowers

You have sat at the edge of parties

Calling out the names of the various faces

That swaggered at you in their drunken haze

Fondling the passions of their hearts before you

Tossing them like dice carelessly

Letting them fall where they may

Taking chance for a blushing debutante

Ripe for the ramming

While you sat there with your passions

Held in your hands

Examining them like sacred saphires

Wanting to determine their every flow and crack

Before hewing them into preciousness

Wearing them upon your crown

As you went out upon the world

Praying that that moment

Would be your coronation.

posted by ferret at 10:51 am  

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