Dawn breaks
An egg
On the face
Of the dregs
Who attempted to drown
In this town
They thirst
From drink
As they squint
At the mirage
Of a distant cab
Or a kebab
Tongues hang
And slurp
At a friend
Who becomes
A seducing meat
That whispers ‘eat’
Fishes on dry stone gulping, they flip flop in search of an oasis.
I love the first verse and the 2nd is fine but you must've still been pissed when you wrote the rest, yeah?
Dave- it's all those things (she says, not knowing all those things).
It's basically kicking out time at Corridor. I take it you've been? I can't find it unless I am blind drunk so wouldn't be able to tell you the exact location.
The last bit is a desert version of beer goggles. You know when in cartoons someone becomes a chicken leg?
'For tomorrow we shall die
(But alas we never do)' XX
Is that last verse about cannibals or licentious masochists, or both, or am I taking it too far? Could just be another Mancy Sunday morn between the waking and the drinking hours, or is it all metaphorical and deep stuff. "Flopping in search of an oasis", a deeply imprinted but usually subjugated desire to go to church? ee lass you've got me all confused.
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Cathy
Fri 19th Oct 2012 21:14
Ha ha! Oh yeah. Through all of it. It's a wonder it makes any sense at all.