Train writ: Miss. piritus
7:38AM departure, Tuesday, November 27th, 2009; on the train from Bramalea to Toronto’s Union Station, express to Union Station; 52 minute train ride, arrival at 9:00AM. Major vehicular collision at Harbourfront.
oh miss piritus, flesh in disguise,
i watch the fowls feasted by flies
tasteless nature, nothing to hide,
except for the crooked nose i despise
what wonder – to find a male,
with hair dressed by the gales
it’s the morning – must make haste,
a dash of blush across my face
is there more to life, i cannot think,
all i see is the face on my sink
“what a fare complexion, miss piritus,
“i can taste you until i make a truce”
no more thinking, it’s bad for the eyes,
time to cover the blackening with lies
how should the hair come today, i ask.
a bun or the vogue, why is this a task!
can’t i live watching my life,
without a man to play the fife?
looks like another pound, what distress.
i can’t possibly look like a mistress
out the door, prepped in cotton,
why has my mind become so rotten?
try as i may, but hard it is to believe,
i am loved for being naive
the eyeliner, the blush, the strands of my hair,
all stop to see what is all the flair.
i cry on nights i am not abused,
and sweat coffee when i’m confused
a girls’ night out? when was the day
when paint was what made the pain stay away?
out the door, i stayed too long.
never knew how living could be so wrong.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.