franny
bananafish

eggdancewords
Fri Apr 05 2002

and it's 1am
as quiet as a church here
cats tucked asleep
my slipper wrapped feet
tip tapping patiently

where have i been today?
to slow movements slicing through air...
feet grounded, head floating out there
a big baby cradled with care
by ugly brown leather and
whizz whizzing, fat tongue
sore jaw...

i can feel myself floating through blues and greens,
i can see myself sunning while the choo choo moves on...
resting under canopied beds
cream chiffon or mother natures green head

i'm your little sweet spoon
that stirs your rich coffee
that forms with you lying down
i steal the sweet chocolates
from the brandy glass...

i'm the big fat grin walking through walmart
with a ketchup bottle, following the cute chihuahua
the tipsy lass
black lace bra inside out
fiona apple's when the pawn...

3 Comments
  • From:
    Moonman (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Apr 05 2002
    i miss this. Reading the flow of your words. i would love to hear you recite or read your words. There's something about getting to know a writer in the way they speak or read.

    Me, sometimes i get awkward. i bet you flow... just like your words.
  • From:
    Damselita (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Apr 05 2002
    Big fat grin walking through Wal-Mart...classic Franny!!! ;) Now see why I love your writing!
  • From:
    Lilith (Legacy)
    On:
    Sat Apr 06 2002
    Sweet spoon, hot coffee.

    =)