tea party (we are here for the tennis)
locked in a blaze of smile-lanterns
as they rush through the lighthearted raindrops
,myriad of caring glows,
over the plateau
upside down glitter
can't let me get sick,
I am the walrus
bone-relieving fizzing smile-honey
giggle beam
from the North end to the South
a bundle of hugs sent
with our rovering bicycles
so much care, love, and care,
explode under your sweater
with ice-cubed lime-and-vodka
to paint with bubbles a promotion flyer
at the head of our tea-party table
(the two rabbits were rubbing their noses)
we have to start rotating our seats
soon
true story
as they rush through the lighthearted raindrops
,myriad of caring glows,
over the plateau
upside down glitter
can't let me get sick,
I am the walrus
bone-relieving fizzing smile-honey
giggle beam
from the North end to the South
a bundle of hugs sent
with our rovering bicycles
so much care, love, and care,
explode under your sweater
with ice-cubed lime-and-vodka
to paint with bubbles a promotion flyer
at the head of our tea-party table
(the two rabbits were rubbing their noses)
we have to start rotating our seats
soon
true story
posted by Zosja at 12:28 PM
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i feel honoured to be in your nostrils and i wonder at your mornings...they seem more continental than mine, which are mainly concerned with saving puppy dogs from drowning in my sleep, so i have to stay dreaming as long as possible to save them. yours seem awake and smell like lime cordial, bitter chocolate, fresh coffee and bergamot. i miss you not being around the corner too especially as i think you really are.
I spend a lot of mine in water too, so now I know you won't let me drown
oh thank you for the images of bergamot, coffee, chocolate, lime. my day is much better now. you always do it. how do you know?..
orange sprinkles and peels of merry laughter for all of us
i'd have to cry a moat of tears before you drowned in this puddle and even the editors (where the fuck are They?) couldn't build a fence high enough to stop it leaking through. i need them sparklebeams you promised me now
leap across the starry water when it fills with moon reflections
I will be there when you land
come on over here
i am a little teapot
i am a little tease
i am a little tipsy
i am a little
hey elison! eric's this saturday? it all seems so familiar to me....who are you? :)
that name...so familiar....?
home again home again jiggity jig...
oh we were sitting in that bar, all at one long table, and I somehow ended up at the very top of it, and I moved my chair even further away from the table so that four more people could sit at the sides even though the table ended long before, but we all just stumbled into that bar and there was no music but the tvs were all on and muted and showing tennis, and somebody, I believe it was Nile, said "where is the music? surely we are not here for the tennis" and oh I thought it was the most hilarious thing ever.
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i feel honoured to be in your nostrils and i wonder at your mornings...they seem more continental than mine, which are mainly concerned with saving puppy dogs from drowning in my sleep, so i have to stay dreaming as long as possible to save them. yours seem awake and smell like lime cordial, bitter chocolate, fresh coffee and bergamot. i miss you not being around the corner too especially as i think you really are.
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