Hell Hath No Fury...Dark Humor
HOT VELVET, RED FELT, CANDY-STICK TICKING
Hot Velvet, Red Felt, Candy-Stick Ticking
Fiery confessions from a brass bed
Polite modern society,
watching puddles gather rain
Some people don't bore easily,
unhappy with change,
resisting moving a chair an inch
Satin, Stainless Steel and Shadowy Greys
ch-ch-ch-Changes .
Fickleness is her fine quality
It takes imagination to be easily bored,
even more to do something about it
Is this the end?
Is this where he makes her fall apart?
Is this where he tells her goodbye?
Is this where he breaks her heart?
Quick tricks for the fickle-minded...
Non-Rules say Clash
Non-Rules say look everywhere for your inspiration
Non-Rules say Scramble
Fucking Indiscriminately
Offbeat new color combinations ...
Missionary position take a large sofa
Blue-green paisley
On All Fours...
Doggie- Style add an area rug
Wide Spread Open stripes of blue and green
going this way and THAT-A-WAY
from the rubbles of the 20th century
Versatility Art Nouveau
Did he expect her to cry?
What made him think he meant that much?
The lady -killer lost his touch,
she figuered out his game
Cinnamon Taupe ,Orient Espresso and Cafe' Ole'
Give way to Change, Inconsistancy, Whimsical Choice
Unpredictable Variability
Does that sound enviable?
He must have thought he'd won and had her beat,
guess he has lost his touch
Camouflage to outright...
He offers her a chance to triumph
A feeling of helplessness envelopes her,
dullness ,
and her faculties become numb
TO HELL WITH HIM
Fake bouquets
Synthetic rugs
Assemble the fake fruits and secure them with headless nails
Amass fake apples and pears in a footed bowl spike, then spray them white
Layers of dust among the phony
Why did it always have to be her reaching out?
She can't expect much ,
she has learned
That's too bad
Now she's inclined to give less ,
making her truly unhappy
She needed him to fucking need her
Love gives way to different varieties of fakes
too attractive and useful
to be sneered at,
by the off-beat madness
of her textured fabric
A very clever cover-up
Genius Is Manipulating Pain.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 714 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:44
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HOT VELVET, RED FELT, CANDY-STICK TICKING
HOT VELVET, RED FELT, CANDY-STICK TICKING
Hot Velvet, Red Felt, Candy-Stick Ticking
Fiery confessions from a brass bed
Polite modern society,
watching puddles gather rain
Some people don't bore easily,
unhappy with change,
resisting moving a chair an inch
Satin, Stainless Steel and Shadowy Greys
ch-ch-ch-Changes .
Fickleness is her fine quality
It takes imagination to be easily bored,
even more to do something about it
Is this the end?
Is this where he makes her fall apart?
Is this where he tells her goodbye?
Is this where he breaks her heart?
Quick tricks for the fickle-minded...
Non-Rules say Clash
Non-Rules say look everywhere for your inspiration
Non-Rules say Scramble
Fucking Indiscriminately
Offbeat new color combinations ...
Missionary position take a large sofa
Blue-green paisley
On All Fours...
Doggie- Style add an area rug
Wide Spread Open stripes of blue and green
going this way and THAT-A-WAY
from the rubbles of the 20th century
Versatility Art Nouveau
Did he expect her to cry?
What made him think he meant that much?
The lady -killer lost his touch,
she figuered out his game
Cinnamon Taupe ,Orient Espresso and Cafe' Ole'
Give way to Change, Inconsistancy, Whimsical Choice
Unpredictable Variability
Does that sound enviable?
He must have thought he'd won and had her beat,
guess he has lost his touch
Camouflage to outright...
He offers her a chance to triumph
A feeling of helplessness envelopes her,
dullness ,
and her faculties become numb
TO HELL WITH HIM
Fake bouquets
Synthetic rugs
Assemble the fake fruits and secure them with headless nails
Amass fake apples and pears in a footed bowl spike, then spray them white
Layers of dust among the phony
Why did it always have to be her reaching out?
She can't expect much ,
she has learned
That's too bad
Now she's inclined to give less ,
making her truly unhappy
She needed him to fucking need her
Love gives way to different varieties of fakes
too attractive and useful
to be sneered at,
by the off-beat madness
of her textured fabric
A very clever cover-up
Genius Is Manipulating Pain.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 714 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:44
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