A girl flicked a lighter next to me,
she flicked it on
as the whole room pulsed
and I felt strange
because her skin was on mine,
and Stephen rolled
on stage.
The cloud in the room
was thick and it was
a fog of Marlboros, Virginia Slims,
Menthols, Menthol Lights, Kools,
and all other sorts of ghosts.
Stephen made fire with his hands,
flailed like a marionette
and let the spirits loose.
He blew a baritone:
"I feel like we can really get close to each other,
in this tiny room."
Demons
can rise
and make fire;
can rise and make your belly feel
like hell
and molasses:
black and sweet.
Demons
can rise together
and make love
in a tiny room
that crackles.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
A girl flicked a lighter next to me,
she flicked it on
as the whole room pulsed
and I felt strange
because her skin was on mine,
and Stephen rolled
on stage.
The cloud in the room
was thick and it was
a fog of Marlboros, Virginia Slims,
Menthols, Menthol Lights, Kools,
and all other sorts of ghosts.
Stephen made fire with his hands,
flailed like a marionette
and let the spirits loose.
He blew a baritone:
"I feel like we can really get close to each other,
in this tiny room."
Demons
can rise
and make fire;
can rise and make your belly feel
like hell
and molasses:
black and sweet.
Demons
can rise together
and make love
in a tiny room
that crackles.
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