as if they were sighs
my words seem to slip
down to the cold
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as if they were sighs
my words seem to slip
down to the cold
down to the cold
collapsing walls bent and wet
cardboard box, a home
cardboard box a home
dirty streets the universe
where none hear you scream
where none hear you scream
numbness taking possession
enormous quiet
enormous quiet
and the suffocating fog
sliced by a gull's wings
sliced by a gull's wings
the sky in its white divides
around the cloudplay
around the cloudplay
crows, kestrels, and wrens conspire
to defend heaven
to defend heaven
the bigot sharpens his words
and delivers hell
and delivers hell
to angels writhing in mud
blood wet crown of thorns
Blood wet crown of thorns
as guilty as the Third Reich
the shedding of love
the shedding of love
which will never diminish
fluid coating all
Fluid coating all,
Blanket of muddy doom.
'Tis monsoon season.
' Tis monsoon season
skiffs deck is dark and oily
slipping in horror
slipping in horror
last dance on the killing floor
you want cheese with that?
you want cheese with that?
How about a knife as well?
Last step of the dance