the birds fly high
green bean scream
breaks the dull
to roads going to going
days going
Duck Duck Goose
Fuck Duck Goose
Fuck Duck Moose
Fuck You Loose
Fuck War Loose
With Yr. Goose
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.
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.
Bloody Cold Bathroom Wall
Cleaning out the candy box
bloody stains on the wall
of the cold metal box
finger painting fingers crawled
from point a to c to b
to all for all in all to see
Fuck trees connect
Clouds show what memories disect
IAM
Falling down clown
Brick red bakes,
make your books
fall like cakes,
To all who fall
and break their neck
Make up smears
mixes with blood
tears and sweat
and pieces of mud
pooling out of
your face and ground
Brick red bakes,
make your books
fall like cakes,
To all who fall
and break their neck
Make up smears
mixes with blood
tears and sweat
and pieces of mud
pooling out of
your face and ground
Piss and Salt
Piss and salt
melt the snow
and my dick shrivles up
Missed the train
the lights scatter the night
dirt and ash cover the bone,
and the sirens go woo hoo in the night
and as my feet crunch wind blows cold
and the ants scurry against the tick tock of time
and the night grows colder and the sky darker with twinkling bits of dust in its eye
but the ants still scurry still,
into the
dark
into the
cold
into the
piss and salt and snow
melt the snow
and my dick shrivles up
Missed the train
the lights scatter the night
dirt and ash cover the bone,
and the sirens go woo hoo in the night
and as my feet crunch wind blows cold
and the ants scurry against the tick tock of time
and the night grows colder and the sky darker with twinkling bits of dust in its eye
but the ants still scurry still,
into the
dark
into the
cold
into the
piss and salt and snow
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