The Fools of April
2004-04-01 @ 12:56 a.m.


The trickster's tongue runs on and on with no switch to flip or volume nob to turn the sound off.

Limerick lines run off his lips and riddle their ways to common ears. Minds fat with unused intellect melt at his wordplay.

A clever one, this one, sneaking ants into your sugar bowl. He schemes a scheme of fun to him, a laugh to him, but hell to you.

Down a one-way street of deception he speeds on by, sports car mind burning rubber on asphalt, leaving tracks of black behind, and you ahead, the doe in the headlights.

He's a bright one.

...and he sped over you.

Mouth agape. Eyes wide.



<<before - after>>

The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30



everything Claudia (2003-2008)