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[PROMPTLY]
"Bag of Tongues"
Amist a grumble, a thundering roar--
shake of disapproval.
Nod of scarce knowledge.
Television sparks and audio seeps into my window.
The glass shakes.
The books cower.
Two sided pillow for a
sweet dream and tears for fears.
Morning, mourning, the sun of the son.
What does it matter now ?
Drenched in yesterday's rain.
Television audio, sweet mist of waffles.
The glass shakes.
The books cower.
Two sided blanket for a
sweet dream and fears for tears.
I think it's gonna be great.
Just this time around.
[DEPTH]
"Azul e Amarillo"
Count it twice for the second time around the first.
Wrapped, bounded, stretched around the fingertips.
Freshly painted black for the sunrise.
Stuck it down my throat.
Savor, vigor, tense, bitter.
Nonetheless tastless.
Watching the needless want the forgiving- want the lonely room.
Where art thou, whence thou came ?
But soft ! Hear thy's fall from grace.
Can you still hear the black ?
[FUTURE TENSE]
"Screw."
******** it. ******** it. ******** it.
Profanity at it's door.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Halt at the floor.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
grace here at war.
Bite it. Bite it. Bite it.
Too late to ignore.
Kick it. Kick it. Kick it.
Like it was before.
Two rooms, one wall-- a psyche like a pincer, realm of occupation.
There is no windows for mistakes.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Jul 25, 2009 @ 12:19am · 0 Comments |
