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driving around the city – dirty lingerie and –
sunglasses – bright red
spots – smoking – secret stars
stains of broken screams – on my wall –
kaleidoscopal nightmares fueled by the penetrating of Bridget – short one eye - asleep at the foot of my bed - Cinderella in the corner – all made up and dressed down – ready for the action – hair on fire – (as could be expected) - i've been in here for too long now – inside this room - eight by twenty-four by twelve – suspended in static animation between these walls of soft tissue and broken glass – drowning – in whatever sinister images i can imagine – twisted dreams – broken by the burden of conformity – spiritual deformity –
the ten-thousand blind
the tent-housand blind
the ten-thousand blind
eyes of acid rain
Pale sun at the horizon – curved rays of radioactive light – hurt my eyes – the ten-thousand blind –
Hello – Bridget's voice
no response – i'm not even there - - - am i? - - - don't think so
Hello
Break me open – not even – make a map of what you find – every little detail – no matter – not even – blackout – break through – then
once more
down the highway me and – Bridget - dirty lingerie and sunglasses – William in the back and Arthur on the hood – faster faster she cried – faster cried Arthur – but i couldn't – ev'ryhting pressed together space time continuum – pressed together - the ten-thousand blind – ev'rything pressed into one brief moment – just before the vanishing point – and the the rain – and outside the rain – the old crone cracking up – small crack in the wall – growing inside my head – the friction – the unholy friction – obnoxious flowers and a fist – full of rain – naked i move through the the old mansion on the edge of the wastelands – slowly room by room - eight by twenty-four by twelve by seventeen by threehundredandtwelve – by and by making my way --- Bridget flickering like a nightmare – Cinderella's cunt like a necklace
The gunman is closing in. i can smell his breath on mine.
Poetry by sweetsisterray
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 11:45
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deadman blues pt3
driving around the city – dirty lingerie and –
sunglasses – bright red
spots – smoking – secret stars
stains of broken screams – on my wall –
kaleidoscopal nightmares fueled by the penetrating of Bridget – short one eye - asleep at the foot of my bed - Cinderella in the corner – all made up and dressed down – ready for the action – hair on fire – (as could be expected) - i've been in here for too long now – inside this room - eight by twenty-four by twelve – suspended in static animation between these walls of soft tissue and broken glass – drowning – in whatever sinister images i can imagine – twisted dreams – broken by the burden of conformity – spiritual deformity –
the ten-thousand blind
the tent-housand blind
the ten-thousand blind
eyes of acid rain
Pale sun at the horizon – curved rays of radioactive light – hurt my eyes – the ten-thousand blind –
Hello – Bridget's voice
no response – i'm not even there - - - am i? - - - don't think so
Hello
Break me open – not even – make a map of what you find – every little detail – no matter – not even – blackout – break through – then
once more
down the highway me and – Bridget - dirty lingerie and sunglasses – William in the back and Arthur on the hood – faster faster she cried – faster cried Arthur – but i couldn't – ev'ryhting pressed together space time continuum – pressed together - the ten-thousand blind – ev'rything pressed into one brief moment – just before the vanishing point – and the the rain – and outside the rain – the old crone cracking up – small crack in the wall – growing inside my head – the friction – the unholy friction – obnoxious flowers and a fist – full of rain – naked i move through the the old mansion on the edge of the wastelands – slowly room by room - eight by twenty-four by twelve by seventeen by threehundredandtwelve – by and by making my way --- Bridget flickering like a nightmare – Cinderella's cunt like a necklace
The gunman is closing in. i can smell his breath on mine.
Poetry by sweetsisterray
Read 612 times
Written on 2006-03-07 at 11:45
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