Posted by Atticus on December 10, 2004, at 22:04:37
Pristine Mates of Sistine Paints
Old skool punk fool hates rules sees jewels
Falling like angel’s tears straight from the sky’s pool,
Rippling trippy water-lily clouds floating, so cool,
Takes a seat along the street on the nearest toadstool.
Wistful crystals, polar sobs, shiver-scented scarf’s wool
Catches cosmic prismatic stars, using sheep’s bleats to pull
Magic from the tragic, draw it to be viewed in full,
Pristine mates of Sistine paints clinging to a chapel’s skull.
Goth girl, skin like pearl, black tresses in a black hat,
Watching me watching them, I say I’m the Cheshire Cat,
Studded-metal tattooed petal laughs, says, “Imagine that,”
Divine weeping turns to sleeting, she asks, “Want green tea at my flat?”