Jan. 24th, 2017

July 10th, 2005, 11:06 pm


there's nothing in smoke that can't be


such bitterness
child's spite

take your love put it in the ground

lukewarm ginger ale

daisies living from fingertips

deathshrouds and dandelions

take your love and spit on it

wash the sins, love, wash the tripe

watch me go from far away watch the daisies sprout from fingertips

bland dialogues of seperation

talk

is cheap

they say

enough to starve a poor man

ends the emaciated

slave

set free

captured again

love futility

hate futility

ginger steps the ice, firefly

ginger touch the waters calm

soundly rap your head, boy

on a potted plants demise

taste again the obvious

taste again the bitter

crash on a return trip

like a fast before a funeral








truth in a cup of lye

shave all your hair off with great care get it all every follicle every crumb every dead bit and put
it in the ground

put your skin in the ground walk around in bonesuit harmony play the child dead suck up to god almighty
give peace a chance clatter footsteps glitter eyes lens concrete dumptruck synth hardcore tumbledown
rickshaw paddywagon THAT is clean that is filth you pig you animal you whore you bait tackle draw the unlucky
ones the downtrodden half living spittle jawed boyscout failures draw the dead buffalo, the wandering earwigs
the more than you can handle grownup problem rabies

-

love
it is so
unimaginably
rare

and we
the lucky
callous
few

cast the sublime
aside
for lust
and
fear

-

lost in a
lover's
eye
sting
quiver
sweat
entwined and sticky summers

to be the truth
satiate

-

doubt
regret

to see the lie in hindsight
unearthed, flourescent
unreal

live a little
die a little
to give up
to put your sweat and salt in the ground
put your sting in the ground
put your skin in the ground
put your truth in the ground
to take your love
and put it in the ground

to walk away

-

we
the lucky
tender
few
harbor the sublime

lust and
fear
may not bind us
Mnemosyne
your sacramental ligature
makes blindspots of horizons
mockeries of the future
and heresies of love

Profile

italiceyeball: Orange Octopus (Default)
All Eight

January 2017

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
2223 2425262728
293031    

Tags

Page generated Jul. 28th, 2017 04:49 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios