Sunday, 10 February 2013

once more

i cut you out, and lay you down like a flag on the cold ground,
all meaning lost, in the grass and the frost,
the night lines are harrowing, terrible,
the skyline is rumbling air,
smoke fills the roof
the roof is rumbling terrible,
the heart burn is mounting,
to sky tip snow,
hot ash is spinning through my lungs,
like only you know,
like the hellish high water is flooding our brains,
and the effigy I built of you is burnt up once again,
and the pedestal we teeter on; in instant is; tumbling once again,
and the head aches; are a flash flood; pissing down the drain.

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