Saturday, September 27, 2008

turn it down.
outside its autumn 
the leaves fall on our heads as we are drinking-
i haven't seen the people in ages, lost in wander
-my gulf of empathy strike! 
a hollow spear
bleeding profusely
i can't stop it
they pick me up and place me in the bed naked
bats overhead. 
when the night is over and morning is here
Smile, Torture, leftover perfume and finished candles
Patio Ripened Revelry
Shadow posted walls- the smoke trails
black feet sandstone 
comic & my opera. i sing so quietly the air around me shakes
turn the dial
let us speed

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