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?what's wrong with you
scissors, drapes & cold rain
moon bright at noon
i hope not your cigarettes (in my nose & throat) again

christ-jesus lands nearby
many traveling years
diesel rocket-ship
a broken wing like dove
crash landing into your alarm clock

"have another"
he says
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

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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ?what's wrong with you
    scissors, drapes & cold rain
    moon bright at noon
    i hope not your cigarettes (in my nose & throat) again

    christ-jesus lands nearby
    many traveling years
    diesel rocket-ship
    a broken wing like dove
    crash landing into your alarm clock

    "have another"
    he says

    pain is living
    neck bones splinter away
    like shifting winds over sand
    pulled off & away grinning

    lying here like this
    is when a candle quits
    the going flame smothers itself
    you see the smoke
    extinguished has its smell

    your naked flesh gone
    the cross brought closer
    we in muscle cannot move
    nerve endings go nuts
    spinal cords the new day's river revealing

    christ-jesus now guitar chimes
    bells whistle
    flowers sing color
    dots play on park slides
    camouflage sweats deep under
    blood a bread
    fish are answers

    grab a cloud on storm
    come down & calm
    have this drive thru toy
    a plastic song
    something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something, something,

    something

    shut your fucking face








    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
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