The Bunch and the One
i'm growing old and a beard
in the womb of an exploding star
it seems so trivial being outside
unmasked in a crippled universe
i heard that you died
just as the only God that we had
spilled your guts
on the highway
mixed it good:
one quarter stardust
two quarters hot blood
and one quarter asphalt
with a pinch of
torn apart tear on top
you left a bunch of drunken giants
sucking on the thumb of death
wondering
when is it going to end
because
this thin line of life
can be broken and cut
so swift and abrupt
and the only thing that'll remain
are the marks of hardened blood
on the outside of a burning sun
that jumps around
from heart to heart
and makes them glow
immaculately
but still
only for a
painfully short period
of timelessness
Poetry by Sanchez
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Written on 2007-10-17 at 13:20
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