|House of Cards
her name and mine enveloped
in the bliss of letters,
the curly Q's, the dead end
white ghost limbs on the
threshold of enclosure,
and slow, so slow,
the lies building
walling us in this
house of cards-
every screech every
faint murmur threatens
to let it all come
so we lie still,
we do not breathe.
waiting for a gentle
breeze to unseal
15 Feb 09
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title is the same as a movie about an 'is she or isn't she autistic' child which was really poorly done. i'm sorry this interferes with my perspective. i really hated that movie.
help me...what's a dead end D? is it you?
i like the ending, the poem is kinda cheesy tho.
it's pretty good stuff, yes.
i mean the cheez.
wow linus, are you in love??????
very sensual if you read between the lines and have imagination, i read it back words first just to get ready for the forward read, harrah for me
me, love? no.
the Q and D was just me trying to be clever. Translates to QED.
but i do like the way things just seemed to come togethor with this poem, it seemed quite natural.
ps: marry me jen. i am yours. FOREVER. nah. maybe for a year or two.
umm, thanks for the comments guys.
aw linus, i'm really flattered!
but i am already marrying chuckles
(shhh, he doesn't know yet)
he chuckles when he fucks.
removed an "and", yee-haw.
happy anniversary linus ;)
this was a year ago...hmm, hey, seems like yesterday-ish...
and wow nothing important has happened. like totally.
hey jen. kisses. kiss. kiss.