Bitter and sweet this tongue that
has tasted you and those like you.
Nothing unfamiliar about the portion
you presume to be special .
yet the harvest that has fed plenty,
barley quenches the slight and almost deniable thirst I have.
It is blatant to me that these gifts that fall ripened off
the vine are not for me to taste.
Not without
leaving my mouth barely quenched
and my heart hard and full of contempt for the tree that produces such strange fruit.
It's poetry.
FUC
Posted by: Chris Kay | October 19, 2005 at 04:01 PM
Keep typing kid.... there is a movie in there.
Posted by: Uncle Zoloft | October 19, 2005 at 04:22 AM
Well... sometimes the better is say nothing. Take care, try to smile and be calm. Nothing is perfect and at the end this could seem amazing... (What am I saying? I nedd to sleep a little) :X Bye! Bye! Robson :)
Posted by: Robson | October 18, 2005 at 08:40 PM
why are you mean to me?
Posted by: Chris | October 18, 2005 at 12:29 PM
me love you long time. Do you need a hug?
Posted by: Ronnie Williams | October 18, 2005 at 09:51 AM
Awww honey, I get the feeling you're sad :(
FJ - can I do anything to cheer you up?
Posted by: FJ | October 17, 2005 at 11:21 PM