Thursday, March 10, 2011

Nobody Knows

I've written every bleeding novel in my carnival created world
on the shitter with clock rolling down to black zeroes
bell ringing past jumping caffeine hills shaking mad
out into infernal green distances, we can walk--
if you'd like, mist n' rain lay puddles at our feet
in paradise, gentle?

But you couldn't care tickle-tap o/v/r
burning coals heaven spent,

golden lace gleam in sun spot beauty
bloated deep red and swallows the world
a billion years from now cinder cold--

I'll hold you dearly dearest,
parsonne sai

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