Hey, this is die Gruenfraeulein. Last September 18th was a really crappy day… okay, screw it, my then-boyfriend was so horny and bastardy that he raped me on his living room couch. We broke up… in January. I’m with another guy now. (Venus, Rebirth). This is basically talking about how much has changed in that year through the colours of their two living room couches. I hope to write an effective prose version eventually, hopefully soon.

The Colours of September

Green, the colour of your couch

I can relax on before you wake

on the days when I rise too soon

and the trees outside of your balcony

a barrier to the street beyond

green your eyes when they wake,

falling on me

my robe falling off as I give into you

green my eyes connecting with yours

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Blue was his couch as the denim

scratched against my back

blue a sturgeon in the fish tank

its own little removed world

blue jeans already off

blue is a face unable to scream

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Just a shade of difference

creates another world

another nail driven yell

replaced by

many infinite thanks calling home

(September 17th, 2006)