Vernacular Stylings
Thursday, April 15th, 2004Found some writings from a while back…
sweet like bee honey, fear my sting deadly, venomous revenge so sweet
long languorous yawn, stretching in the sun, waiting for summer to come
witness eyes of green, feeling impatience gleen, remembering times seen
Then I found this one I wrote about going to the girlie’s formal:
fear reflects in his eyes, looking for his disguise, now he’s the old guy