The devil sleeps in my veins
he is balled up and protruding--
resting in tumor position
making me sweat, making me worry
this might be the last time
i ever use a knife
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Why should you pay for anything when your senses are free?
He says it was a car accident,
But we smell Russian Roulette.
A doctor with a southern accent tries
to piece together a broken
story. It's four minutes 'till
1 in the morning, when sleep shies away
from florescent lights and hospital beds.
All I hear is clicking and heavy breathing,
and I see the immiscible colors
of pain and cure
mixing
above my head.
But we smell Russian Roulette.
A doctor with a southern accent tries
to piece together a broken
story. It's four minutes 'till
1 in the morning, when sleep shies away
from florescent lights and hospital beds.
All I hear is clicking and heavy breathing,
and I see the immiscible colors
of pain and cure
mixing
above my head.
We've Reached an Impasse
Like the conversation between bricklayers
Slow steady grind of teeth on hay
After years of meeting at the bottom
Of a crooked staircase
With a welcome pack of cigarettes
And two bottles of cranberry juice,
We’ve tried, God knows,
But we can’t figure out the puzzle
Of a forest fire or the maps in our fingerprints.
We only tell ourselves lies to keep
From falling asleep.
Slow steady grind of teeth on hay
After years of meeting at the bottom
Of a crooked staircase
With a welcome pack of cigarettes
And two bottles of cranberry juice,
We’ve tried, God knows,
But we can’t figure out the puzzle
Of a forest fire or the maps in our fingerprints.
We only tell ourselves lies to keep
From falling asleep.
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