I am an earthquake
In the desert
Working the rough sand to settle
In my belly
So that the ache in the pit of my gut
Might lose its shape
These shoulder blades feel like wings sometimes
Too bad these hands are prehensile
Not feathered or webbed
Just full of chemo-quake
And tremble
Unless I can hold your hand
Hold my hand
I’ll reverberate your ***** soul to settle
Till we’ve shaken the dust a firmament
Big enough to stand on
I need redemption enough
That stuck in the filter of my cleansing
Is enough dirt to build a hill to stand on
Forget heaven
When I can stand on the land of my past mistakes
And revel in the beauty I left behind
Don’t get left behind
And don’t go to heaven
Just stay with me in the middle
Where I have managed to compact this broken to solid
Like a ghost in a landfill
Haunt these hollow halls of filth with me
Until ***** is all that’s left
***** is all that is left
I understand that you might want to bathe sometimes
Not everyone can live like I do
Not everyone shares my infatuation
With broken things like I do
Let me get you just a little *****
Let me break you too
Let me recycle our fuckery
Till the filaments fit
I am a “found” artist
Making the broken beautiful
What everyone keeps forgetting
Is that even we are recyclable
And there isn’t anything that cannot be rebuilt
So let me make a new heaven
So that I can be like a ghost
Haunting a landfill
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 4:59 PM UTC
I am an earthquake
In the desert
Working the rough sand to settle
In my belly
So that the ache in the pit of my gut
Might lose its shape
These shoulder blades feel like wings sometimes
Too bad these hands are prehensile
Not feathered or webbed
Just full of chemo-quake
And tremble
Unless I can hold your hand
Hold my hand
I’ll reverberate your ***** soul to settle
Till we’ve shaken the dust a firmament
Big enough to stand on
I need redemption enough
That stuck in the filter of my cleansing
Is enough dirt to build a hill to stand on
Forget heaven
When I can stand on the land of my past mistakes
And revel in the beauty I left behind
Don’t get left behind
And don’t go to heaven
Just stay with me in the middle
Where I have managed to compact this broken to solid
Like a ghost in a landfill
Haunt these hollow halls of filth with me
Until ***** is all that’s left
***** is all that is left
I understand that you might want to bathe sometimes
Not everyone can live like I do
Not everyone shares my infatuation
With broken things like I do
Let me get you just a little *****
Let me break you too
Let me recycle our fuckery
Till the filaments fit
I am a “found” artist
Making the broken beautiful
What everyone keeps forgetting
Is that even we are recyclable
And there isn’t anything that cannot be rebuilt
So let me make a new heaven
So that I can be like a ghost
Haunting a landfill
Stuck in my car. Thank you phone.
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