with_love aM i DiStUrBeD? Pink and fluffy You open the card, oh so carefully Bought. With pink and fluffy words, With pink and fluffy gestures, With pink and fluffy daysweeksmonths. They merged red with white. Anger and purity. Life and death. To create your card. They lost. s l o w l y Tearing away, ripping at The casement. Plain Jane. And some cheesy rhyme That is s.t.r.u.n.g out like a washing line That has less meaning than the clothes waving In the feathery blue air. Pink and fluffy. But wishing you could be Red and sharp, deep and dark. To scrawl your meaning with your blood Rather than the fake red shimmer, that gets on your cheeks Hollywood. Broadway. Bond Street. RSC. I’ll play your game, and wear your little mask Of perfumed delight, that scatters your flavor like the glitter On your cheeks. In your eyes. Of the stars. But the curtain will rip in half And we’ll see that you weren’t good. Punk fluffy. Fink Fluffy. Funk Puffy. Punk Puffy. Punk & Funky And so I will resort to my soul Writing words of blood red blood My words that assemble themselves, upon your heart. My words_are_red The casement: my mind. Juliet. Written with the same ending But sent forth with the flutterings Of what I really Wanted to say… 050304 what's it to you? who go blather from