It takes the sky to make me feel small anymore,
Ridicule from orange light
To make the ghost town fill the bluing coast.
Single silhouette, the wailing breath,
A trailer park becoming fast and
Coming near the closure of her home.
Drinking quickly stars,
The eating face of face-consumers
Touch the late-night masters, late at night-time shoppers:
Impartial is impervious, but he is much the more impious
After years blaspheming from rejections.
The magic circles spell out years
Of demons that have failed to come--
Have failed to wake the hands
And slap the machine like deviant memory can.
Hand into the cup into the hand:
Same business.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
It takes the sky to make me feel small anymore,
Ridicule from orange light
To make the ghost town fill the bluing coast.
Single silhouette, the wailing breath,
A trailer park becoming fast and
Coming near the closure of her home.
Drinking quickly stars,
The eating face of face-consumers
Touch the late-night masters, late at night-time shoppers:
Impartial is impervious, but he is much the more impious
After years blaspheming from rejections.
The magic circles spell out years
Of demons that have failed to come--
Have failed to wake the hands
And slap the machine like deviant memory can.
Hand into the cup into the hand:
Same business.
© Cody Edwards 2010