#1
stop
look
and
listen
for a four chambered whisper
he called for the check with a mouthful of death's ambition
the waitress said she'll be a minuet

souls parallel with the dinner ceiling
a passive injection of salt-shaker glass
stash your plate, die and wait
for your presence to be known

little miss behind the counter left where
the deaf tone operators found her
with nine fingers left she just forgot whats after "1"
last digit enclosed on a barroom napkin
smeared from polished guns

words exhaled through oral sex
breaks with smith&western
"your food wasn't poison
i just forgot my meth in it"
Reaching for the sun
one may forget
the feet which
ground him
Last edited by bigbirdfan at Jun 30, 2008,
#3
A bit weird, you could perhaps lose the reference to oral sex and meth
GENERATION 10: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.