the tourist
Blue Crack Addict
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2003
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the buzzing in his mind wouldn't stop,
pushing and squeezing like pressure at the bottom of the ocean,
and the love that he feels spins
on a giant
wheel, a black circle
working its way round and round
down the rabbit hole where he first saw
something, someone, a hope that he might not find
himself alone, a-drone, working nights and weekeneds like the
good productive citizen he like to believe he'd become.
she stole his heart with a full-lipped smile,
bright and wide,
and butterflies fluttered so furious, fervent within his stomach,
that he climbed up the walls in the floating winged swarm and bounced like a buoy
across the ceiling of lazy evening,
her eyes starting back at him like icicles melting,
felt like a fire her would never forget
or let be subsided by any other gaze, drunken though it may be;
a gaze which would cause pain for a short time, but heal
and be nearly forgotten as a super-8 through a trapdoor into a garbage pit,
chutes and ladders with broken rungs
to never be climbed again.
and that place where andrew fell in love with lindsay
will be forever remembered in his heart and in his mind, an epic vision
like a toy sailboat on a high sea,
washed ashore where the sand-dollars play
their little flutes
and drinking champagne, their best friends along for the ride
watching over those two who had such a bright and dazzling path
that we all know will last until the final grain of dirt it blown
by the wind, off the earth
out of the atmosphere and into the haze of supernova nebula,
where their hearts shall be forever intertwined;
a beautiful romance for a beautiful girl
and an undeserving boy.
pushing and squeezing like pressure at the bottom of the ocean,
and the love that he feels spins
on a giant
wheel, a black circle
working its way round and round
down the rabbit hole where he first saw
something, someone, a hope that he might not find
himself alone, a-drone, working nights and weekeneds like the
good productive citizen he like to believe he'd become.
she stole his heart with a full-lipped smile,
bright and wide,
and butterflies fluttered so furious, fervent within his stomach,
that he climbed up the walls in the floating winged swarm and bounced like a buoy
across the ceiling of lazy evening,
her eyes starting back at him like icicles melting,
felt like a fire her would never forget
or let be subsided by any other gaze, drunken though it may be;
a gaze which would cause pain for a short time, but heal
and be nearly forgotten as a super-8 through a trapdoor into a garbage pit,
chutes and ladders with broken rungs
to never be climbed again.
and that place where andrew fell in love with lindsay
will be forever remembered in his heart and in his mind, an epic vision
like a toy sailboat on a high sea,
washed ashore where the sand-dollars play
their little flutes
and drinking champagne, their best friends along for the ride
watching over those two who had such a bright and dazzling path
that we all know will last until the final grain of dirt it blown
by the wind, off the earth
out of the atmosphere and into the haze of supernova nebula,
where their hearts shall be forever intertwined;
a beautiful romance for a beautiful girl
and an undeserving boy.
