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Starving feeds.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Into dreams.
Deepest eyes dancing grass
Still-air low-darkness
This is rain
Air is starving
Feed me
And give my bones away
When I die
Give my bones away
And when I die
Give my bones away
And when I die
When I die
Give my bones away
Feed me
The mother fuckin air is starving
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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Comments

  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Shiit. This is pretty stark and chilling.
    But damn good.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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