Hi guys! received a message over friendster about these forums!
looking forward to flip through and read up on whats going on
around here!
well, just something i thought about , its ad-hoc , please feel
free to comment!
Marzipan
Like tangled wires on a breadboard
Your mind rests on the edge
Chiseled and cut from younger misdirects
A tender finish to your Marzipan
To the untrained, and the unworthy
Rubbed raw and already listless from the day's turn
The phantom fruit grips bitter
Sometimes juicy flesh is better
Longing , by the roadside towards home
A moment to keep for the gentle worm
Lingering around in that Marzipan soul
Working its way to your brew, cracks wait for the paint to
dry.
Smoke , Mirrors and that layer of Ice
Nope. No sugar , no spice.
Pour over those dregs into the sink
Preserved fruits are best sold cold.
