pulsating bodies caught in the eyes,
of a beat pounded to death,
over female screams of why god why,
must we go through these cynical contortionist
abortions to stay in this state,
half alive, half dead, in this granite slate
we are now writing upon with shots
so we can synchronize to these animal times,
and the mindlessness, mindfulness of being.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
pulsating bodies caught in the eyes,
of a beat pounded to death,
over female screams of why god why,
must we go through these cynical contortionist
abortions to stay in this state,
half alive, half dead, in this granite slate
we are now writing upon with shots
so we can synchronize to these animal times,
and the mindlessness, mindfulness of being.