body haul
in slouching orbit.
x sight. jesus christ in
staccato
running through desolate pews,
bicycle on sinews of blood
scraping macadamized walls
rearing pains
everybody's a stranger
in the celestial hall.
what part of this do you not
understand?
i will say it without saying it.
everybody's a
stranger. arithmetical concatenation of stringed lies,
chalk faces smile at me
through heads of tacks;
midnight's passover:
before dawn, its eyes
squinting at something
named demolition -
this evidence of stolen-into-place.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
body haul
in slouching orbit.
x sight. jesus christ in
staccato
running through desolate pews,
bicycle on sinews of blood
scraping macadamized walls
rearing pains
everybody's a stranger
in the celestial hall.
what part of this do you not
understand?
i will say it without saying it.
everybody's a
stranger. arithmetical concatenation of stringed lies,
chalk faces smile at me
through heads of tacks;
midnight's passover:
before dawn, its eyes
squinting at something
named demolition -
this evidence of stolen-into-place.
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