Wednesday, 4 February 2009
1. Where The Bud Cracks, Blood Flows
The fog arrives
upon a collision of ecchoes, heart to heart
"We will never again
be apart"
All the while, a vile monkey
hammers on his stones
collecting bones
of feelings dead and gone
The fog arrives you are fast asleep
but one of these nights
those stones will ignite
And the monkey will surpass you
and your inventions to admire
with the mere discovery of fire
*
The alarm goes off
but you need a bell
You need the stop
to go to hell
Sun shines through a glass with
melting honey around hovering
grains of tea
a beauty none of which
are apparent in fluids
spread across the dirty sink
You slept during the quake
you should have died long ago
but as the Ice Age melted away
surely, ghosts too must someday.....
as though banished
vanish
*
Oh, the pain
where did your lungs go, my friend?
is that your heart or an exploding train?
The cargo: unlimited amounts of love
Market value: None
*
Be that angry fucker
when the bell rings
Just don't fall asleep
Be the wolf
that does dirty deeds
Just don't be the sheep
Take them home
throw them out
Hold your tounge
Feel free to shout
Also;
Get drunk, do drugs
Why not?
*
Hide away the stars of yours
and throw them in the face of everybody
The reason of madness
is the only ally in war
Also;
If you by chance happen to pass the wreck
there might be one or two interesting things there to pick up
Beyond memorabilia
and junkyard stuff,
some of that junk still works
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