Their eyes are empty. Their feet are heavy. Their (leather) pride is over.
Whilst their travel trolleys pull them back, they soldier on. Towards Central Station. Trains will take them to Paris, Hamburg & Brussels. Back to their dachshunds, geraniums and opera records.
They made the most of it. They got physical. They opened up to other human beings. Now their bodies are sore, lips bruised, ammunition spent. Only their bull-ring piercings hold them together. They unleasehed the beast within and it did run wild. But then it shapeshifted into a weary teddy bear.
O this goes against the grain, this cannot be indured.
Will exileration and delirium circulate through their veins again instead of erwtensoep, agony and kamagra residues? Will pride and dignity reign supreme once more? Will the leather queens come back to town?
The Flesh is weak. The Spirit is weaker. The leather weighs heavy on a day like today.
Monday, 9 November 2009
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2 comments:
Love the shapeshifting bit, but where did the opera record thing come from..? ;-) I mean, LOL
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