BLEHHHHHHHHHHH!
a few:
simple nights spend
in the currency of terror,
and I cling to my bones and skin,
all courtesy belongs to error,
I can't seem to fit,
although I fold this hand.
I will make me over,
and all glory be,
these chemicals pick up where I belong,
the magnets kiss their feet.
Modelling this skeleton,
I find worlds through bone,
words are home.
I can see the appeal in reaching hands
but I don't stop for anyone,
not anymore, as this road
can only lead to your door.
fickle fingers make me drown faster,
faster still
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Bone atop bone
Those piles of bones of
all of you I leave behind
I build the ladder to the sky
but I'll settle with the clouds
if only to dance on spines
of the flocks below
And the blood stuck on my fingers
the purest parts of most
the medium to paint a free life
from there on forward is the canvas
The mouth makes room for the teeth
this woman has made flesh her feast.
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The heart repeats the sounds
come home, come home
and empty lungs
no scream escapes
for the sake of hands
the heart, in search for words
once was common find.
Scissors talk like knives
and here, I lose my wings.
a gravity in silence
And the speak of pretty collections
the galleries of love, of everyone
and like a knife in the belly
repeat the sounds
come home, come home.
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he’ll be boring in the morning
and I smile still everyday
and just because it goes on
I do too.
But at night I dream of the sails
to make use of days of wind
I spread my hands under the sea
taking salt to cleanse my heart
All I wanted was a crown of daisies
a field for me and you
but when I wake up
I’ll buy some cigarettes
and sing those old songs
it gets me out of bed
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