No one wants to know Vivien Leigh
walked off screen and complained about
Clark Gables’ bad breath. No one wants
to know an act of betrayal inspired Rodin’s
marble lovers. We want to believe in passion,
in moonlight and doorways, that slip
of the tongue we give so we may be taken.
But we must admit it. Wasn’t free anough to handel
God damn boilling space
it was light in the bed
So the famous post-war
picture of a sailor and nurse in Times Square
is really a photo of two relieved strangers.
But forget it, leave it down
Sometimes that’s what a kiss is for, to help
someone forget what they’ve seen, too little too young
which might
be what you had in mind when you took my lip
between your teeth, softly, and for the last time.
From the flattery of the programming to the mind-messing nastiness of commercials ; Its getting crowded in the collective bummer tent where docility = extra intelligence
La vrai T O K Y O sous ton joug
pr end s soin de tes allés & retours . e r y k a pre nd soin bella. Encore une fois, garde tes plumes sèches & propres * une prière dans une perle tiède qui bondit sur le sol.
