Tuesday, September 18, 2012

fly paper

these thoughts of you
full moon looks
bleaker corners
and tomcats
howl you bastard

remind me of the hunger
and the fatige
that grips me
bones and all

we wandered for hours
among the dead porkchops
asking questions to god
it was a blue love

tomarrow we will have more
busted and rusty
sitting beneath skies
as only we do

a minor key
sing sparrow
tilted so far
with a bloody chest wound

the villages rage
up and down the street
beating their breasts
indifference

tomarrow we will find an answer
bleak and dusty
stunted by the sun
Arapahoe

dead mouths
biological
untouchable
we harvest the emotion

this unholy thing
between two twins
cursed soul
and grime

external blade
so let the night bleed
on your shoes
on your torn carpet

the puppy dog shit stains
from long ago
reminding you of a dead past
with beads and trinkets

atom bomb
fucking war
angels weeping
insane demands

5 am rain, New Orleans
she kicked her legs and laughed
an interesting face
through the doors of the mind

they stab into me
pushing ignorance
cosmic vibrations
sold in the store

she tried to look ambitious
and endure the blood
through blinking eyes
she would ride all night
into the plains
dreaming the visions of the dead
speaking the words we had long forgotten


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