Sunday, November 7, 2010

drought

I can smell you
like i did in july
when you burned
but always denied the fortress around your tongue
dictation with a sense of
screaming the blues out of your naval
it's a long the lines of you professing
screaming
afterwards all that remains is sweat n cum
do you want me to educate
your wounded stupid little mind
caged up after all is said
your words are meaningless
capsized in your eyes
like the lies you churn from your lips
and just keep on insisting
that you are
not associated with this pack

please burn up so i can go away


I looked inside you
what I saw was boundless
but held down on the table with a gun
and a woman in the back with a big head
who controls your every move
screaming obsenities
as we walk up the stairs
I woke up
only to watch you lift your eyes off
and turn away
goodbye to the sunset in your throat
and the aspirations in my head
on the run while the sun beats down
trying to seal up the hole in my heart
and rock logged in my mind

waiting to capsize

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