Author: jonathan delucia
23.07.2008

Stop.

Raise the cup and fist to the bands that broke our hearts.

… who’s songs cut with your feminine stamp.

 Props to the acoustic indies.

Girls adore you.

We wish we were you.

 

…now the girls are gone, and all we have is the memories your melodies have created.

 Thank you sirs and madams, they burn.

 They bling and shine like shins in summer oil.

 

I taste them often on purpose.

 (the pen has had no recent airtime.)

 

 

Ó2008 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved


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