I know your pain,
They broke my bones and divided me.
Where have you been?
It’s been 19 years of this ****** mess.
This is your mother asleep at the wheel, This is your brothers blood in the backseat
When everything you love only seems like something you feel.
Sacred sediment wrapped in white gold.
Shiny as god’s revolver but twice as cold.
What you hear is all Casablanca and she’s shivering cold.
They took your teeth, fragments of what they sold.
Take these seams from me.
Split them down these American IV dreams.
Take these seams from me.
Take these two lips, cut me clean and free.
She put me out like a cigarette.
Burned at both ends.
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons
Take these words from me.
These cystic fibrosis regimes.
Take these words from me.
Light blue collar worker bees.
- MW
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:42 AM UTC
I know your pain,
They broke my bones and divided me.
Where have you been?
It’s been 19 years of this ****** mess.
This is your mother asleep at the wheel, This is your brothers blood in the backseat
When everything you love only seems like something you feel.
Sacred sediment wrapped in white gold.
Shiny as god’s revolver but twice as cold.
What you hear is all Casablanca and she’s shivering cold.
They took your teeth, fragments of what they sold.
Take these seams from me.
Split them down these American IV dreams.
Take these seams from me.
Take these two lips, cut me clean and free.
She put me out like a cigarette.
Burned at both ends.
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons
Take these words from me.
These cystic fibrosis regimes.
Take these words from me.
Light blue collar worker bees.
- MW
Bukowski Kerouac Sylvia Plath
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