Unspoken ties of conjurer's
dust
The devils in the details
and were reading fine print

Assassin of Hounds
worthless messenger apocoChrist

Smell the loaning of souls and
involuntarily inherit regret

The pin-up banner for imp's
The virgins flee and flit with hearts in their blue-jeans
Beach kids doing beach things,
write alone in the space between water and earth

Crush tides of smut
Cast before me the one I wish
Wavy let her be
I want to smell the salt on her eyes

Purple twisty smoke divides
Going for her Jugular I'm reminded
of the scum of the earth
This was prison fuck intensity
with rough hands from the fields

Polarize antiquities

Sell me something I could never
afford and cloud the mind
with honeymoon scuba gear photos
and the Night Vision stuff that
Sean wasn't supposed to find

We found the couple tonight
Their remains lay atop the sand

Counting the bones we found
Two Hundred and six

11/08/2008

Posted on 11/08/2008
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