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My first night alive
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 05:20:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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There are a thousand laughters left to bloom a thousand cars i think of you a thousand stakes into my heart the heart of the world passing over the hollow depths of the valley of the valley of sleeping soundly silicone stretching my abdomen over the empty, angry sky drying my Palestine eyes my American forehead bowed and raised to the knife the stainless, burrowing knife wrenching my chest my chest heaving and spilling breath spilling sudden death and bleach blond hair blue eyes are the golden sun of the American dream. I drink of the clear waters drinking me, I sleep a shadows sleep the terror breaking free under the shallow sunken waters the bombs go off the children scream sand and shatter me my leg a splintered sea my leg a bone and bones of glee and laughter rings out over the toll bell's shout the M16 the silver guild and black stone heart of my love my love my love unloved still-born oozing from the womb of the vomiter the great walls of the earth vomiting blood and faceless faces on their knees. I see a sea of red and yellow leaves i see an effigy of me and you standing at the sea the altar bound the blood and blood and water rising tide rising shadows plea and i, i wash and watch the waters ripple free my face the face bearded stubble stumbling over a hollow field my hair matted and caked with filth and flies above the sweetest sound above the heavens dead angel singing me and I arise I pierce my brow the brow and life and love and light guiding my darkness through the darkest night the mountains pray the mists enshroud its poetry. I see a sadness that does not compare the eternal flair the rhapsody the burgundy on blue faces turning you a brighter hue a silver fear and love is yearning the blue birds sing a song a broken wing and birth and bright eyes encompass me and all i see is comfort she who desires so much so little time the aching tooth the parody the wrenched life the anarchy. I walk and wait and scream the yellow seam of my fingers fighting fingers fighting frozen undone fingers touching me her loves of life her sanity that burden me with perversity over the moonlight falling over her course black hair blue jeans black lashes pushing back my angry, bitter words, my clarity. A porcelain figure fading west a trace of tea slipping past my lips my mouth my energy dilapidated cold unsure finding fault finding gold in the last dead river the last dead son on a Monday morning reading the desert tears my pillow camel hair and fears in lieu of dreams and decades pass and i am a man and a child stashed away in an old box black boots and brothers past who died and died and died the needles and the mast of an old boat that I dreamt my first night alive.
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