| Crashing through a Hall of Mirrors
Posted: 10/6/2007 4:58:50 AM | Please forgive me my non compos mentis,
but I’ve ripped from the lips of time too late,
notes played perfected deranged
on word gloves brained through the world decayed, drunken, dirty, half-asleep,
dying for the quickest fix,
self-preservation nostrilled over – Nixed!
But the scent, a siren, plunged and stripped down dreams of care and shed,
sanity on such wretched nights.
-Screaming for the dawn.
-Cursing down the city blocks to take beauty in its deft warm depths.
-Touching metallic tortures until the past no longer rises from the dead and suffers in dismay.
Seeking to shrink the gloss and mystique, jerking off to artaud, I kiss the things that make me bleed. | |
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