Escape, slip our minds
Passing ideas, they fly
In an autumn breeze.
Monday, December 14, 2009
I am sticky on the mud
All mournful near the earth,
I spread musty leeches in the clouds
Be luminous. The bitch will come
Very glittering above the bullshit
You bend musty ghosts among the tomb
Word!
The stink will come
I am sticky on the mud
We command peaceful thoughts in the shadows
Zounds!
The King is coming
opaque alive
never meeting
the next life waiting
For how long
the sailor
forget to go home,
before help could come.
I spread musty leeches in the clouds
Be luminous. The bitch will come
Very glittering above the bullshit
You bend musty ghosts among the tomb
Word!
The stink will come
I am sticky on the mud
We command peaceful thoughts in the shadows
Zounds!
The King is coming
opaque alive
never meeting
the next life waiting
For how long
the sailor
forget to go home,
before help could come.
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