Thursday, August 26, 2010

Alone Pulled Upwards and tied with a rope

Alone Pulled Upwards and tied with a rope

Heaven is a disease of circles
A force of pocket charms
Plywood palms push on
Your steps fall asleep
Frozen close behind
Fixed before the cold
Dazed with smiles
A haunting smile
Hanging, pinned and twisted
Power is ticking in slow motion
Counting the tocks
Putting them in order
The coffin is chirping and sullen
Burn the shit down
Safe within your failure
You keep all of the clippings
Fiddling with muddied say
These bones interpret
What you cannot say
You have to rub them the right way
She holds up the camera
And snaps a picture
As she sits atop the rocking horse
Eating pop rocks
Under the space needle
Yesterday was bag simple
Flushing a pound of Mary
No one expects you to survive
Especially me

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