Sunday, November 18, 2007

21 Instant Messages to Paul Muldoon: 4 (Hey Lady, You Got the Love I Need.)

Dance, dance - but your pal
won't blind his soul with clay. Tough
break, my golem gal.

3 comments:

Carla said...

I was kind of imagining a guy staring through a shop window at a little porcelain ballerina figure, one of those ridiculous Hummels or something similar. There's also a Tennyson quotation embedded in there (Princess).
...

...I'm beginning to realize that, without adequate context, most people probably have no idea what the fuck is going on in my distorting little brain. I wonder if that will eventually become a problem that's way huger than it is right now. Hmm.

Carla said...

Also, I might be listening to too much Zeppelin.

Thi N said...

We understand you.