Saturday, 2 February 2013

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Nine.


Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Nine.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “You’ve just forgotten one small detail. Love isn’t perishable food. In the convenient store it isn’t sold. Sorry for any inconvenience”. “What do we have hell market for? Life is one hundred year misunderstanding. God doesn’t know why. The horny god knows what happened. At dawn  Fate woke up. It ran out of salt and coffee.  As sleepy then as it is now , it threw them three together and it said “I’m cutting staff of lovers”. Since then love is cut into thirds”.

 

 

 “I’m not a musing park for kamikaze,

You must have been in a destructive mood,

If you had loved him for a minute,

You would have done your best,

Trying to love him like a being of virtue,

Protecting him from evol good”,

“It wasn’t my concern,

If home flies were always plotting,

Each time they rubbed hairy legs,

I didn’t mind the rule of squirrels,

Do not touch squirrels’ nuts,

If you don’t want to drive them crazy,

Squirrels can be abusive,

Biting like hungry rats,

 Dwarfs don’t undergo pruning,

Unless they walk on stilts,

The place looked like a giant shoe,

My cohabitants were calluses and corns,

I found it naïve, sweet and romantic,

The kingdom subjects loved to fantasize,

Collecting beer cans with pull and push tabs,

They looked like hope rings,

Like openers that opened cans of dreamy life,

She holds a lollipop,

She has just been presented,

She’s too confused to understand,

What role-playing game,

She’s been invited,

What are his good intentions?

Paving the road to her hell,

  “Lick it until it melts”, he says her,

“Perform it on the lollipop”,

“It will take time to melt it”,

“Do it right now,

Don’t stop”,

One indecisive stroke,

She taps it lightly with her tongue,

After a spell of hesitation,

The chemistry between them grows,

After few licks,

Reality is gone,

There is a dream,

It has been dreamt by millions,

It is a dinosaur in naphthalene,

Now this dream shines on her hand,

True innocence excites me,

I have a soft spot for the foolish”,

“Like any evil”,

“Maybe,

I have a soft spot for the foolish,

Like any human being”.

 

 

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