Thursday, 3 March 2011

for what

Coming down into a brand new daze, reek of the singe from a blasting thing.
Buzzed off the back of bus riding, all the night as a kite and and a head ringing.
Cool wind bringing in this news, and this is all I can take, sewed up at the chest.
A heart that freezes itself, a citizens arrest, and a lie at the heart of it.
There is nothing outside of this that means anything, there is nothing inside or aside,
nothing outside that nobody could possibly exude, allude or deride.

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