Thursday, March 12, 2009
flick the switch, cut up the light
what's inside? "don't want to know"
lick her palm, it's already salt
read god's fist, her name's inside
hollow god's lips into dead worms
make them straws and snort your drugs
we are origami shapes in the rain
my language is turning black again.
flick the switch to turn back time
look at me writhin' round yr life
pierce my head with your precious look
pull my heart thru the grave you've dug
open up the thick parlor doors...
where your dreams consume the old dirt,
black-n-white checkered glossy floors
to stage the hissing and the trashing--
orchestrate your fictions now...
from the chaos of love's ashes
sleepy pride creates the cancer
that will eat through all of us!
artists will paint pictures of you
poets will write poems about you
sirens will sing songs for you
they will tell their children your lies
horse-head raise the baby high
in your mouth he will turn to light
from god's tooth falls a rabbit's toe
fortune's gone, you're all alone
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- amen.
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- SLEEPING UNDER THE CURSE.
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artists will paint pictures of you
poets will write poems about you
sirens will sing songs for you
they will tell their children your lies
I like the way this verse feels rolling off my tongue, slipping into the crevices of my thoughts
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