brass / words / 2007 / Grease
January 20, 2007
Snoopin' around that fire.
What are you doing there?
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"which twin was that?"
From downtown… Nice shot!
Well wouldn't you know it,
You weren't so far off…
Turns out…. … I was born a lefty…
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Here? That presence…
Weird.
Spectacular sirens.
Ringing in her eyes.
Someone special
Has rung. Again. In my mind. Someone.New()
Special clings to the
underside of my Safehouse.
And in the morning I hear her.
Sitting next to her. Something has clicked.
The caverns have found their way
Once again. A windy winding enclave
Of fortunes forgotten. Where the dry clay
And the rocky shores of her quieted arms.
The ringing pulsating
Emerging maddening filth
Subsided subscision circumscision.
I crack her sky I own her light.
Hidden seams melted dreams.
Sweetened malt. Sweated state.
Please rock me.
Grease the warpaint. Children's screams
are at hand.
Click the sunder.
Ride the thunder.
Thousands ride the salty rhetoric.
Grimaced troubles slowly beckon furious rudders outright.