Toy in Corduroy
Incense of summer lies
Under a casket of mahogany
Crickets in white combine
A sad melody from sulfur fire
Play house poker cards
And the old man’s crippled swine
Unveil asymmetrical rhythms
For a chaotic night
Doodling rummaging
And scratching
The little boy still couldn’t
Draw his favorite toy in corduroy
Given by
Some stranger lost in green tides…
Incense of summer lies
Under a casket of mahogany
Crickets in white combine
A sad melody from sulfur fire
Play house poker cards
And the old man’s crippled swine
Unveil asymmetrical rhythms
For a chaotic night
Doodling rummaging
And scratching
The little boy still couldn’t
Draw his favorite toy in corduroy
Given by
Some stranger lost in green tides…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
1 comment:
I hope it's not bothering u for what I have sad last night. I feel quite regretful of what I have said and done.(I always regret for sth...)After I went home, around 4am, I sat in front of my desk and tried to recall the whole night, recall those sad love songs, recall those sad stories, suddenly I felt an overwhelming sorrow just came and drowned me within a second. A line in "The Hours", it said:" what does it mean to regret when you have no choice?" Yes, what does it mean? Maybe our experience has tried so hard to tell us not to make the same mistake, but we keep making the SAME mistake over and over again. Which is very funny, and sad.
I love you very much, and I hope you still love me, I am happier than anybody for your success. You know that.--Joy
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