Wednesday, August 11
Cold War Kitten
You bathe in my blood, serpent behind kitten eyes, half villian and half martyr, while weeping and dodging the truth of consequence. I stain your skin and teeth, a shade north of pink. You are a victor in the war on sincerity. Well fought, cold war kitten. The spoils you take away, are empty as your retreating heart. Forget not, my Bush Administration of lovers, that you are loop-imprisoned for life -- the once and future betrayer.