Magnetic Poetry
2005-08-05 @ 12:59 a.m.

Smear cigarette smoke on canvas, live every psychedelic, only taste passion when it's raw.

Feign fragility in the bedroom, fall for the boy in those metaphors, play hard to get when it's time.

Write the poetry of electricity, sculpt a new aesthetic, create thought only when it rains.

She ate sex and felt alone in this drug masterpiece;
it was empty of you.

How Claudia Got Her Groove Back Part 9

<<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)