i've been under a rock
so now i mistake real
life for magic and
catalogue it diligently
as proof. what i find
exciting is really very
normal but seems blinding
after having been under
that big black wing.
now i'm buggin cos my
diary is in the back
right side compartment
of the bat mobile sparkling
in the dark and maybe
the brooding black angel
himself will swivel,
see it, leaf thru it w/
glitter sticking to his
big square thumb pads
i'll just have to give it
up pack it all away go back
under the big black wing
and forget. pupal state
from '93 till!
o0o00o0o0o0o0Oo ;) :P ♡
