kickinglovers

The whole world's fighting over your smile.
Can you be?
Won only by fashion,
a rollerskating triumph; through streets and
cardboard warehouses.
That ..would have sense adapt.

There I saw you
you were maybe
standing for the camera with your smile beside your -.
There we disapproved acknowledgement
A sacremental offering to those who rule the school.
(Glittering merchandise sold by your ego, bought and bought by addiction).

You wore nothing but a power, stood in reign.
As you danced like a pretty little thing
under spotlights of white.
You knew how to move,
the way we wanted you too.

Running through streets like a five,
nature carries on a plausibal maturity.
And I am drawn like pen and page.
To your rollerskates.






Sara


"We" attended the Tegan and Sara gig with much glee. Whence the queue died down we joined and I spotted by chance.. Miss and Miss Quin at the head of the queue.. they walked past with no one really acknowledging them.. Trembling with an awe, I informed my company and Nic (thankfully-cuz I wasn't gonna do it)... said hey to them, we had smiles.. and a very very cute 'hey' from Sara.. The gig was so queer. One third attraction. A trashed brunette with an irritating blonde. Recordings of their songs.. and Sara's declaration "No really, I love cock" was delightful and my company was most inspiring I feel.