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chadwick
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ran hard
held the flame to the shadow
crawled when wire came down around the neck
turned around
blood dripping cold
nailed the crucifix
heavy like brick trouble
she only stands the reflection
flaming hair
rust in a war for more
goodnight you bastards
held the flame to the shadow
crawled when wire came down around the neck
turned around
blood dripping cold
nailed the crucifix
heavy like brick trouble
she only stands the reflection
flaming hair
rust in a war for more
goodnight you bastards
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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my elbow, a wood surface
i easily feel discomfort
?what is this
intensity owns
why not? wire walls
this here
floors are dirt all the time
always flesh pains
thinking isn't freedom
chained/caged
the beast within blasts
a small child cries out
the comedy show closes
another hospital rings hello
streetlights flicker
no one is home
maybe later
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
keys far away
still sound alive maybe
no ending but the curtain did fall
feel this
heard or deaf
the understanding is small
complex like marble's ages
luster has faded as a rotten bog
the fingertips do not want touch
a believable piece of sheet music may perish awhile
real quick
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce