billyfivecrows

Let it run. Take your time from
Chin on wrist, watching the twist
Of persuasion; mother dreaming
In a gown, beggar judging production,
Father bending at the throat to quote
A cough. Sometimes I wonder

What meadow in the water, underneath?

Sentiment. Firmament. Cherubs tempt
The Japanese: believe.

You hollow bastard. You one million victories.

You carry weight, arrive to find
The statue broken. The fragments
Disappear. A glue of piss and tears.
Grind it up with burning soul,
The ashes stirred in simple bowl
And I've given in to rhyme. (Later

Is waiting, and so is then. I begin

To change the pace of likeness.

It's not hard to do. Slow it down

Like a mushroom cloud


Zen is death when lonely.)


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Why are the coolest people I've met in years so far away?



As much as I try to deny it, I feel very much alone.





I've seen the sun

Depend on moon

And etcetera, reverse.

Double me into shape

Ease me into trinity...

Three eyes and a fire

Returning from the mire