Amanda (I need your white).
Wednesday, 11 January 2012 09:12 pmAmanda, please come to the stage.
Amanda, I need your white.
Amanda, you're the moral to an unspoken parable.
Amanda, I cannot help but feel conflicted.
Amanda, your poetry drowns in regrettable sexual encounters.
Amanda, don't think that we were deceived.
Amanda, stop using tragedy as a means to proselytization.
Amanda, I expected better from you.
Amanda, show me how to make love to language like a Svengali of lexicon.
Amanda, give me your happy ending.
Amanda, as much as I wanted you to win, I needed you to lose.
Amanda, stop playing the mirror to an empty room.
Amanda, when did you become a museum exhibit?
Amanda, confide in me your secret dream narrative.
Amanda, I am surrendered to visions of conquest.
Amanda, your kisses were salt.
Amanda, my skin tasted your hands upon it.
Amanda, your body was the combination of both sweet and sour that my tongue craves.
Amanda, I tried to avoid being your definition of 'regret'.
Amanda, the waters are rising all around us.
Amanda, the priests are offering you their confessions.
Amanda, let us dance in the churches and the supermarkets.
Amanda, where have the years gone?
Amanda, the paint falls thick, but the lines are drawn thin.
Amanda, the comedian is at the piano, singing diatribes of absurdity to devoted followers.
Amanda, the lovers have flung their hearts in desperation against the city's skyscrapers.
Amanda, they offered you guts, but what you wanted was blood.
Amanda, I was your bullets' proof.
Amanda, for how much longer can this go on?
Amanda, you have moved on to greener pastures.
Amanda, when you left, you never said 'good-bye'.
Amanda, I wish you well.
Amanda, I need your white.
Amanda, you're the moral to an unspoken parable.
Amanda, I cannot help but feel conflicted.
Amanda, your poetry drowns in regrettable sexual encounters.
Amanda, don't think that we were deceived.
Amanda, stop using tragedy as a means to proselytization.
Amanda, I expected better from you.
Amanda, show me how to make love to language like a Svengali of lexicon.
Amanda, give me your happy ending.
Amanda, as much as I wanted you to win, I needed you to lose.
Amanda, stop playing the mirror to an empty room.
Amanda, when did you become a museum exhibit?
Amanda, confide in me your secret dream narrative.
Amanda, I am surrendered to visions of conquest.
Amanda, your kisses were salt.
Amanda, my skin tasted your hands upon it.
Amanda, your body was the combination of both sweet and sour that my tongue craves.
Amanda, I tried to avoid being your definition of 'regret'.
Amanda, the waters are rising all around us.
Amanda, the priests are offering you their confessions.
Amanda, let us dance in the churches and the supermarkets.
Amanda, where have the years gone?
Amanda, the paint falls thick, but the lines are drawn thin.
Amanda, the comedian is at the piano, singing diatribes of absurdity to devoted followers.
Amanda, the lovers have flung their hearts in desperation against the city's skyscrapers.
Amanda, they offered you guts, but what you wanted was blood.
Amanda, I was your bullets' proof.
Amanda, for how much longer can this go on?
Amanda, you have moved on to greener pastures.
Amanda, when you left, you never said 'good-bye'.
Amanda, I wish you well.