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Friday, April 11, 2003
She's in a spot. The frying pans hot.
They think she's something she's not.
Look what you've got kid!
Ostrich logic won't get you far.
Shining bright a falling star...
Selling c.d's at neighborhood bars.
Breaking down in your friends new car.
There's no easy road home,
especially when you're homeless.
Counting out nickels,
but hey, you're not penniless.
So you got a date,
but no dinner, box, or bed.
You're all strung out,
strumming her poetry instead.
Where's your old friends?
It's looking like a trend.
Tears swelling up again--wishin' an angel would send--
a baby black crow with two mutant toes
hungry, cold and no place to go~
Little did you know
you were the angel that would show
love to the lonely
baby black crow.
A night so full of stress she breaks out into hives.
The ebb and flow of survive and thrive,
and then there's barely alive.
Shining shoes, slugging coffee, serving food, & pumping gas
Laughter, tears, joy & pain as our chapters come to pass...
This little bag, dad, walks the city.
Singin' nothin but lookin' pretty.
Seems a pity such a beautiful girl smell so shitty.
Now I'm hard and my fingernails are gritty.
My titties are tied in a knot.
I'm hot like that pussycat kittie.
Down & out with a voodoo doll
on commercial
in east vans inner city.
Sidewalk crack can take some monkeys
so far back they believe they're junkies
hidin' in rooms with only one place to go
up and then down,
so fast that all time moves slow...
where everything means nothing here
and there is nothing you need to own.
...just turn to stone... turn to stone...
" I fell in love with a circus " she said,
" That's why I left town, clowns breathed down my neck-
thought they marked the deck, 'til I called out gin-
and the JOKERS cashed in "
posted by Milli
at 4/11/2003 09:00:00 AM
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