bending down, touching
some break
they cannot breathe
solid wrapper
my soul bleeds
if I had something
just anything
then I could dance
she was asleep in the next room
shoot and destroy me
like the age
like the trauma
with a stone around her neck
with her hand dances
shouting blue and rattling dark
you stand in the midst of them
as a mother of all flames
we shall build upon your glow
like the hills of Waukon
seeing the river for the first time
my might is bone and sinew
none stays at my feet
only frothy breath of the destroyer
feeling good like a saturday night
like a suicide
the hard evolution
not your original plan
they are hanging from your trees
following you after dark
little green eyes
ready for a change
it is all in the nature
in the smile and the handshake
all these colors coming out of my fingertips
they are the prize
they are the tatse
we were riding the double decker bus
you were talking about your cooking apparatus
how you could turn the cocaine into rocks
we lived as enourmous flesh
inspired and dominating the town
at night we set the town on fire
just for the sake of fire
it needs to be tended in the right way
the devil can't rule by himself
he needs to fill his city with souls
broken love in his hands
in his care
he was found guilty of all charges
abiding in the suffering
endless and wide
hairy legs and armpits
you say you don't care
shut your fucking mouth
the angel at my side
two angels with fierce eyes
now we got the spotlight
the weeping have their decay
let them out the window
let them fly to their freedoms
empty and wandering
a gray girl
no sunshine in her eyes
they had beaten her down
we stood in blood
and spoke to ghosts
when they came for you
I stood up and told them no
they were surprised for a little while
to hear someone tell them no
they had grown used to getting their way
it was the flower on the ground
it spoke to me
it said fight
take the skin
take the body
take the hood of the shadow
build a tempest
release the storm
carry youth upon this pole
hold it up high
blow my body
blow my mind
send a wind between my days
counting them like pennies
pass my heart between rat and rat
grind me down
to the bone
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