Give me, give me, give me
the fast-talking
lip-smacking
sweet treat drip
the chain smoking
and hand waving
the fertile
brain and quick fingers
loquacious and ready to dance
lip-smacking
sweet treat drip
the chain smoking
and hand waving
the fertile
brain and quick fingers
loquacious and ready to dance
on lambent candy clouds
with you, with you, with all of you . . .
~
. . . You know, I've been on
the floor and it's a lonely place to be.
All the dust and the grime,
the world heavy and stinking
. . . You know, I've been on
the floor and it's a lonely place to be.
All the dust and the grime,
the world heavy and stinking
with the forgotten still draft
on the bottom of everyone's shoes.
on the bottom of everyone's shoes.
There is almost nothing
between the dirt and sky.
Worse than being stepped on,
I've always gotta look up
at people staring back down at me.
Worse than being stepped on,
I've always gotta look up
at people staring back down at me.
COPYRIGHT 2010 CARRIE-LYNNE DAVIS
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