paperleaves
09-17-2008, 03:54 PM
in a dress of lanterns fragrant of pawns
i willlll raise the barren cradle, sampling their young
maniacal laughter
pendulum pons, my excrements doused in autumn deceive me
the slant lips and marked eyes creased above the centerfold
curves curls and bruises they have so many secrets to hold, women
men and angels waving syrup in black straws, curdling cries like
bubbling mucous lets me rolll
down the hills of the holocaust
trees in empty marble where the penance never breaks
crumbling diocese, I see you are weak
but no one can make do with all the calendars you break
free the peasants pens there will be nothing left to keep
after the amber relish on your gold tipped regime
turns into satans paste, thick and hardening on the very thrones of your feet
sheep will never leave you when the medicine tastes
like sin in crystal caverns where red oils mark their way
oh the sacrificial sewers cannot spew more filth i pray but I never wished harm
upon the angels anyhow
diocese, I see you are weak
this weed steals from my charm, pinprick the flowers and take whats yours
the garden will flourish even with a few green stalks
browning and dying til death do we part
woman in gowns of hair and spectacle meat
preen the perfect powder your complexions unfold
i've got rations and mints here, bread and bees and sweetgrass
in a cauldron of your likeness
and the stew gets darker with every pending hour of your
simmmmmering ingredient
sensual
i send you my love
from an underground throne
built on a river
of snakes and mascara
burning the words you wrote
in a long forgotten manuscript
defying our blood
i willlll raise the barren cradle, sampling their young
maniacal laughter
pendulum pons, my excrements doused in autumn deceive me
the slant lips and marked eyes creased above the centerfold
curves curls and bruises they have so many secrets to hold, women
men and angels waving syrup in black straws, curdling cries like
bubbling mucous lets me rolll
down the hills of the holocaust
trees in empty marble where the penance never breaks
crumbling diocese, I see you are weak
but no one can make do with all the calendars you break
free the peasants pens there will be nothing left to keep
after the amber relish on your gold tipped regime
turns into satans paste, thick and hardening on the very thrones of your feet
sheep will never leave you when the medicine tastes
like sin in crystal caverns where red oils mark their way
oh the sacrificial sewers cannot spew more filth i pray but I never wished harm
upon the angels anyhow
diocese, I see you are weak
this weed steals from my charm, pinprick the flowers and take whats yours
the garden will flourish even with a few green stalks
browning and dying til death do we part
woman in gowns of hair and spectacle meat
preen the perfect powder your complexions unfold
i've got rations and mints here, bread and bees and sweetgrass
in a cauldron of your likeness
and the stew gets darker with every pending hour of your
simmmmmering ingredient
sensual
i send you my love
from an underground throne
built on a river
of snakes and mascara
burning the words you wrote
in a long forgotten manuscript
defying our blood