Monday, November 19, 2007
Schadenfreude
I'm frantic for joy; joy for whatever,
silence conspires with me. For if I (ever)
slipped this madcap motivation into
soft public ears, you might have to
See me as this little frantic prince:
who has found nothing in nothing,
a joyous occasion for something.
Oh stupidity, you make me sound
Intelligent. Yet how do I keep my
body from ejaculating into clouds,
defying gravity, defying gravity?
I smirk as I see you sinking;
Hitting bottom.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:48 pm
I'm frantic for joy; joy for whatever,
silence conspires with me. For if I (ever)
slipped this madcap motivation into
soft public ears, you might have to
See me as this little frantic prince:
who has found nothing in nothing,
a joyous occasion for something.
Oh stupidity, you make me sound
Intelligent. Yet how do I keep my
body from ejaculating into clouds,
defying gravity, defying gravity?
I smirk as I see you sinking;
Hitting bottom.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:48 pm
