Monday, November 26, 2007

Haiku Run Amok

you teased my i pod
like there were no royalties
like music runs free

hurry bring it in
old laundry crowding the line
we've lost tomorrow

why fiddle fuck a
round, you dig our moments best
when nothing's promised

news slaps my ears - ow!!
and tight jeans girdle my breath
just feed me kisses

tugged your hair uphill
forgot to tie it tightly
bed heads fly away

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