Saturday, March 17, 2007



and with each cubic inch taken
the coal gashes of your hair,
melting, receiving memories from
other sides yet untouched, remind me
of how it all started, you said nothing
was truly a lie, but we managed to
trick our very own wants into
believing here is the key, the one
place that because it matters does
not decay but i could not help
proving you wrong, in dirt now our
lips bare wounds scorning plasters, in
dirt now because we hoped for some
sacred moment gleaming green across
the seas an infinite wisdom that could
either hold us or be held, in dirt now
with not even such thing as a remorse
to make for amends coming late, in
dirt and leaving love to rot.

2 Comments:

Blogger Steamroller said...

AWESOME.One Word.

8:39 am  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

cannot argue with steamroller. awesome.

9:12 am  

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