nuclear_mullah

I come bearing new pics and a poem, don't mock its been a while:

We couldve played dominos until dawn that time
Indian-style around the glass-topped coffee table
It takes a hurricane to bring a city to calm
For a woman to look a man in the eye again
For an apartment to dance in the flux of candlelight
Just the shuffling of smoke and the sipping of time
The clank of a bone on my own faces dull reflection
My mind is all shapes and numbers, a swirling rotary dial
On a bureaucrats desk phone in an office made of love notes

There is the way you enter my thoughts, so nonchalant
Holding a slip of paper with your cell phone number
The Is dotted with a teenage flourish
I keep it still in my old wallet, in the drawer
With my passport and the tin with my double nines

They say not to be seduced by the tranquility when the eye comes through
They say the worst is still to come
But its fair to redraw when you drew too many spinners