Wine and Cardigans: Waking up to friendly faces

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Waking up to friendly faces

I'm lovin waking up to a knock on my bedroom or apartment door. If I'm lucky the music of a serenading guitar in the living room merges with my dreams and gets me up. Alarm clocks? No need. Got friend 8327410 calling at 8:00am. Working away at night and a coffee comes to my door, thanks! I'm addicted. Futon is free this week, gotta book the couch. Homework has become my television, got company by my side. Design job? Starting tomorrow. Jealous? Those new years stairs, over it. Blog? No time. Real life, yes please.

1 comment:

Dori the GiantApril 21, 2011 at 9:45 PM
You're missing facebook, that's all.
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Stale crumbs sitting on time,
born into a stew of spit and grime,
wheeling in crates of carcasses and drugs,
the mixture sweats and begins its hugs.
Cupcakes grow big and look like three or two,
the hug walks into a wall,
confused,
it stares at a shoe.
Visions of a new world flood the disguise,
a head falls out and opens its eyes,
the figure stumbles and sheds its past,
it's a new year and everything is happening fast.
Thoughts are so loud it can't hear its voice,
a body wearing the other shoe helps with the choice.
Two figures jump,
nobody knows,
of the secrets they built into a frozen rose.
They fall past and through inside and out,
a new mind, a thought, a scream a shout.
Owners of a fresh skin,
model: happy,
the two figures run away with a new sin,
no need to feel crappy.
Their rich cravings breed a new set of crumbs,
this time,
born into a stew of rainbows and tums.