Thursday, July 18, 2013

message #2


live in the box i built for you 
be the song at the top of the stairs
never the dark horse tethered 

i will walk for you to the mecca
i will do all of your whispering
just cut the grass in the back yard
until the bodies can be seen
show your work each equation
the magazine the silent diamond
play cards right until the contract ends

this is shoreline this is fervor this
is revelation candy-mouthed skinheads
weighing each other in the sun

let's make pin cushions out of every soul-mate 
until the attic dust settles on ourselves

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