MinionOfBoredom
08/22/09, 01:27 AM
I have befriended all of the
infinite shades of gray over the years.
They hide in my closet of synapses
and scars, gracing each of the latter
with their curare kisses and monochrome songs.
My favorite voice belongs to the
sky of a humid summer afternoon
tired of puddles reflecting it white, the
spark of poetic ennui in a child's eye, the
sly grin of a silversmith mistaking it for
sterling.
infinite shades of gray over the years.
They hide in my closet of synapses
and scars, gracing each of the latter
with their curare kisses and monochrome songs.
My favorite voice belongs to the
sky of a humid summer afternoon
tired of puddles reflecting it white, the
spark of poetic ennui in a child's eye, the
sly grin of a silversmith mistaking it for
sterling.