"the silent opus" Thu Dec-21-06 06:17 PM by ms mimi diva
the curl of the cup against the lip red as the rice from unbecoming shades
"...as caustically haunting as red on china", critics say…
one, two, four beats
it is as is the light of the world punctuated by darkness her moonlit moan slides rashly down her throat pungent and piercing
if she were in her own the songs would come unrestained by the wanderlust white of the milk as it pours soundlessly on sable skin rich with spite
unforgivingly bright against the black faced stage
if she were in her own her opus would be mundanely beautiful
she'd refrain from her refrain her genius her own undoing
instead she's tasting life raw and hot from the foreshadowing
eating sheer will until there is no room for the distended dissatisfaction
her, un, be come - ing un be com ing unbecoming as they said she would
the last note lingers unmolested it rips the veil of their "ohh's" in a rapidly rising troubled resonance it tolls; absence waters their reddened ears
still lost in the light she never hears
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five