Monday, November 3, 2008

When all is gone

When all is gone
turn out the light
so the bright cold flesh
of past nights will be
gone

And the glow of earth's
red hue can return to it's
green and bluish mold

Piss poor ant freak
jumping out a 5 story building
Thud

Have you ever seen
an animal
kill itself
so serene?

When the glass creaking dark pane shatters
and the red dust gets wet down by the rain
and music pours out of old elevators without remorse
and people decompose in the ground like all

things.

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