|01-29-2008, 11:31 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2005
Neglect me like the spine of a gutted dog on a Chinese street.
As I lay dead, lifeless and limp, you must not stop,
Wither, whimper, stare or slouch.
Bend, break, cry or crouch.
Dear God, if you read, read of this humble dog.
He seeks not you, but Another.
(The palindrome is too ironic for his taste)
Too bad he can hardly taste anything anymore.
A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
|02-03-2008, 08:43 AM||#5 (permalink)|
Join Date: Dec 2007
You over loaded the first line and it left the rest feeling unbalanced.
There’s something about seeing this city at night
Where we can say what we want and do what we like.
These streets are empty but we don't feel alone,
We can run in the dark and sleep on the roads.