every canary has a star in its' mouth
that can stop a .50 caliber bullet. and little black eyes.
the south face of a north wind
has always been polite
before shattering your bones,
it is peculiar, but the very thing that makes you breathe
makes you need too.
the fix is in.
II
cruelty is the soft grit of pitch dark.
III
every canary has another word for suffocation.
it rhymes with kerosene and licks its' teeth.
it sleeps in the barn. Feasting on horses -
and dung.
it sounds like falling and glowing, but feels like
extinction. it obliterates the need for another word
for Hope.
Or something else as trivial... to abandon.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
every canary has a star in its' mouth
that can stop a .50 caliber bullet. and little black eyes.
the south face of a north wind
has always been polite
before shattering your bones,
it is peculiar, but the very thing that makes you breathe
makes you need too.
the fix is in.
II
cruelty is the soft grit of pitch dark.
III
every canary has another word for suffocation.
it rhymes with kerosene and licks its' teeth.
it sleeps in the barn. Feasting on horses -
and dung.
it sounds like falling and glowing, but feels like
extinction. it obliterates the need for another word
for Hope.
Or something else as trivial... to abandon.
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