Monday, September 08, 2008

a passing phase (old post)

his eyes were locked on a pair of breasts
his heart thought about love
and his mouth blabbered on to avoid the vaccum
his legs tapped to a stupid tune

thoughts crawled his mushy brain
like slithering snakes, venomless
as in useless, and he thought he would go mad
if the breasts didn't stare back at him