Monday, January 31, 2005

Mom's spooling the night out in the black; don't know where the hell she gone, out somewhere between the wet winter lights. What the hell you want? When she gonna stop crying, when she gonna goddamn goddamn goddamn I turn about in melodic splinters, I know where the tongue of God rests against the moon and bleeds cut up with metal in his great moist cold eye, his coal teeth throbbing murder murder blood like a shawl on my cheeks remember remember goddamn I don't know who that you what I am whisper whisper devil man give me the crazy.

Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut slack muscle slumped out in long fleshy arcs
no no I don't no know know goddamn goddamn tell me
who died who left who still here oooooooooooooooooooooooh.




sob.




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