for the girl with the hairline warts

swelter, wizen, wither
smiling all the way dry
unfeeling enough to not cry
to not shriek
or peek at big eyed boys
or play in unkempt afros
or lock ashy joints
or lick snaggle tooths
or meet all the things you are cowering from
the defects that draw you in
and bay your baby love
immaterial and 40 year old virgin immature
12 years too soon
its a long way down
but same difference when stuck on treize
here's to loving, then love,
what love
to love
and love

© Jalylah Burrell, 2007, All rights reserved.

"Papillon AKA Hot Butterfly"
by Gregg Diamond

A faded photograph I mailed to you
With feelings I don't want to face
And a long song of surrender in blue
I remember when you took my breath away

Chorus:

Chanson papillon, when we were very young
Like butterflies, like hot butterflies
Chanson papillon, we had just begun
We let it slide on by
We didn't realize

All our memories are burning in time
Like a bittersweet perfume
Can you tell me how a love that's so fine
Could have climaxed in a single afternoon

Chorus

Gone are the days of instant romance
And the nights of slow goodbyes
That was a time of life when foxy was the dance
And then you got wise to all my lies

Chorus

Chanson papillon, chanson
Chanson papillon, chanson
Chanson papillon, chanson
Chanson papillon, chanson