Thursday, April 18, 2013

Kaiser Blade

she said kick it
sun dried tears
a jar of moonshine
starting up like a bastard
again and again

she searched for the bullets
enough and enough
dragging her by her hair
this love

drink the simple rage
in vehement
sweet cries to jesus
we all climb down
from the cross

the devil
no details
no understanding
held up by faith
visceral parting

blue, black, bondage
for worse
cloudy days
waiting grasp
never die

April 2013