She flies solo, glides freely floats softly
grace of that of a lonely hunter's dream. She can look
you in the eye and take you by surprise or she'll turn
you into Lot's wife.
She can walk, so slow or so fast, make anything
appear or vanish from path. It's this that won't disintegrate,
but the gallows wait, they know the burnings won't last
but killing for justice won't ever pass.
Knock 'em dead the catalogue said, it's this you won't regret.
It's not my eyes that are wrong for seeing, but the hands,
enable, events that were had. I turn back to look for her soft hands,
I turned back on her and now I'm a pillar of salt.
I sat there still and wake, couldn't breath, couldn't talk
but I could listen. I heard it all. I heard the stories. I heard things short and long.
I'm the pillars point of the world, people are mad, the pillars of marble
are left to toil and rot.
II
Feverous snakes coil and twist
While, soothing Medusa calls. Don’t You dare take a glance of horror or
Beware—
You’ll be hard as stone— blood diamonds
Her bed is snakes, drapes of spider webs, stone tile made from shale,
Slimy, slippy, scaled. Sticky.
Dark shadows and empty silhouettes— gaze
Wait, what’s just around that corner?
I hear her calling, my limbs—flesh
Not stone! Promiscuous queen,
******* dark not pale, I’ll gouge my eyes before I’m caught dead
in your horrid bliss.
Her blood now fills the coral , of the red sea. So mystique and mastery
Of colors. All created from this
Hideous *****
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 6:43 PM UTC
She flies solo, glides freely floats softly
grace of that of a lonely hunter's dream. She can look
you in the eye and take you by surprise or she'll turn
you into Lot's wife.
She can walk, so slow or so fast, make anything
appear or vanish from path. It's this that won't disintegrate,
but the gallows wait, they know the burnings won't last
but killing for justice won't ever pass.
Knock 'em dead the catalogue said, it's this you won't regret.
It's not my eyes that are wrong for seeing, but the hands,
enable, events that were had. I turn back to look for her soft hands,
I turned back on her and now I'm a pillar of salt.
I sat there still and wake, couldn't breath, couldn't talk
but I could listen. I heard it all. I heard the stories. I heard things short and long.
I'm the pillars point of the world, people are mad, the pillars of marble
are left to toil and rot.
II
Feverous snakes coil and twist
While, soothing Medusa calls. Don’t You dare take a glance of horror or
Beware—
You’ll be hard as stone— blood diamonds
Her bed is snakes, drapes of spider webs, stone tile made from shale,
Slimy, slippy, scaled. Sticky.
Dark shadows and empty silhouettes— gaze
Wait, what’s just around that corner?
I hear her calling, my limbs—flesh
Not stone! Promiscuous queen,
******* dark not pale, I’ll gouge my eyes before I’m caught dead
in your horrid bliss.
Her blood now fills the coral , of the red sea. So mystique and mastery
Of colors. All created from this
Hideous *****
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