The King of Chalk dropped
His speech in a trail of ants
outside Juarez
This is the day to chase the kite
that smashed into a junkyard and got shot
knocked up and burned in her bed
I chased that red vulture onto hunting grounds
Crossed by jazz wires where oil soaked colossi
stood on each side of the dripping black strip
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:51 AM UTC
The King of Chalk dropped
His speech in a trail of ants
outside Juarez
This is the day to chase the kite
that smashed into a junkyard and got shot
knocked up and burned in her bed
I chased that red vulture onto hunting grounds
Crossed by jazz wires where oil soaked colossi
stood on each side of the dripping black strip
