Friday, December 25, 2009

Time Cuts

Sharp scissors,
Sharp, sharp, sharp, sharp.

Good cloth, bad cloth,
They cut abruptly nonetheless.

I remember you drinking Martini & Rossi Vermouth-Extra Dry,
Listening to MXPX.

You were Nancy to my son's Sid,
You beat the horse.

Goth girls never die, they live on,
Beyond Berlin, beyond Time.

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