When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Reise, reise.
Reise: stand, at attention to the greying corpse
in one-armed salutes and the spray
as the kiss of death draws them in her
final embrace. But not before
telling them to sink their teeth into
their miasmatic feelings choking them in,
since they were already gurgling white
before the sound of thunder began.
For the cause, as they held up blood-marked
pickets trotting slowly in a wave with
eyes bowed but heads high.
For the cause.
And let it run its dues.
And sit there in that damn stink
of morphine and saltbloodsweatglory
and the sanity-shattering screams.
"No, I am not going anywhere."
Saved, by a bullet to the head.
verbatim 3:48 PM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.