I only wanted her body in D minor,
to fight his furred stories.
I was an army of a ridiculous handkerchief
wanting to alter his morbid madness.
I was on my little white plastic bench,
when I saw you.
Patrick.
©] [Ma. Cha Aubin 2010
Photo: Ma. Cha Aubin
You told me I had breast
a flower girl,
while I had in the throat
a cheap sofa faded and life.
I clearcutting in my bed,
with taste of rum
and arms of one man.
I loved a love too exhausted
I wanted to let the storm.
You told me good night and you're gone.
I then kept between the legs,
a smile to remember you.
©] [Ma. Cha Aubin
Group photograph
the vocal cord:
http://www.myspace.com/lacordevocale
