8.29.2007

Longer pulse

Let's see that mettle, sunshine.

That growl. those shakes and pain.

Elocute unwelcome morning. her face shaped in a murder movie. lips carving rust from a dozen rows of teeth. eyes narrowed in bloodstains. breathing hard and writhing. motions from the prison scene.

Wind butterfly wings while you count the dead.

Aim low.

Turn left.

Slaughters written in epics and salvation games.

Hall of Mirrors.mp3

1 comment:

Toddy said...

New and exciting.
Thanks.