Again words appear
Neon atheists awake
Shed tear for ink
Rest head ache
Down bone tongue
Demon brain gone.
We are puppets
Strung hung Negroes
From Bastille treason
With out reason
To travel north.
Wine supplies warmth
She's bitter tea
I am saccharin
You're porcelain mug
We float there
Suspended angels prayin'
Sayin' I'm No.1
Literally
Justa fast blast
Rum smooth churn
Burn in tomorrow
She's grey sky
I'm first tree-green
You are paperweight
Closing for kill
Misery in granite
Opalescent sighs
The shell of goodbye
Lingers.
cf
9/5/00
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