Friday, January 23, 2009

a twist in the song

Do
a deer
A female Deer

Re
A drop of golden sun

Me
a name
I call myself...


...she stiffens up her hand, punches a few numbers and holds it to her ear -Hello Sanah, she mutters.


She goes about doing her business...
Where's the party tonight?
on the ground floor
Where's the party tonight?
on the ground floor
,she croons.

The tales, they have always had their twists. Its the songs that need them now.