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Wooden corpses line the paths Storm-felled victims, fully fleshed Mud-painted, withered, twisted, Splintered bones, shattered limbs Lying thickly, dry of tears. The waning sun who yesterday Coldly pierced the clouds Smiles benevolently at the Light-reflecting puddle mirrors Smiling back. The wind, which yesterday brought ice Now tickles gently at the fringes Of the high-stacked slain and laughs. Kneeling down, a mourner reaches Out a hesitant hand to touch To comfort smooth cold death, But stops, uncertain and ashamed, Instead. looks up at the gaping trees, The torn bark oozing sap, Wretched skeletons. And muses that the deadly snow which brought this death Is nowhere to be found.
The grey man has lain down on me, His biting body pressing mine Into the slimy stew of earth Beneath the icy neon lamps. The wide red mouths Of those that I care for Gape blindly and grope moistly for my breast But settle for fingers and arms and legs Perching on my shoulders And sucking at my soggy flesh until I am naked And the grey man laughs as he covers my face With mud and goodbyes.
I am here. I am everything. I fear nothing and everything fears me. I am leading the pack. Pulling hydrogen from the water or a lemon from ade are not beyond me. I am God! But there is a finger on my shoulder My shadow points to all the cracks in the sidewalk And I begin to trip Lose pace fall behind fall down And as I pull my knee to my chest for conmfort I see that there is nothing in what I have done Of which I can be proud.
1, 2, 3, I am flying Kicked in the stomach I fall to my death, Pop a pill and spread my wings.
There is nothing for me here And yet, I smell basswood and linger And wonder At the things that I have done that are not mine to do.
"I can't help falling in love with you." That's what you said. Then I guess you can't help being an asshole, either. Is that why you're pushing me away? Is that why you are distant, Arguing with me, microchip to microchip Saying that being apart will send everything to Hell? It's a long hard road to Hades, boy I've walked it more than once. I guess you must live closer, then. I've faced disappointment before, though. this won't be the last. And if you want me to remember you As something other than another disappointment You'll have to give me a reason.
I found you in my lowlands Then swept to peaks too high to breathe And threw all caution to the dogs that nip my heels And jumped And flew for a while. Then I saw I had no wings And fell. I am still falling. Everyone thinks I can still fly. And they watch. they point. When I hit the ground It will hurt. I can't pick up the pieces by myself. I put them together wrong, last time. Everything functioned in overdrive.
Strands of twilight linger To dally with the brocade Weaving the dress of night Strung with stars. She weaves a lonely waltz across the sky As the twilight falls away She stops to sway a teenager's lusty slowdance with the moon. The jealous sun interrupts to tango with the lady His fiery temper turns her dress to gold.
Faulty Logic Beyond the wall A man waits Patiently fluffing mattresses Of concrete For your comfort. Over the hill A man wanders Happily pulling up roadsigns And potting holes For your convenience. In the dark A man shouts Diligently filming pornography To insert in your tv To pervert your children The fault is his The world is not as we made it We are good and it is bad Through no fault of ours
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