Reaching through a stomach, digging around. Caught by the neighbor place your jaw on the ground. Walking around the apartment in the dark there's a head in my deer lights and I believe I just spotted the devil. Squeeze my face applelung. Spotted palms a forking tongue. Breathe through me. Separate serenity Invigorate severity. Chanting clocks wth broken eyes. Missing pieces sprouting lies. Call to me. Sally sings of the coming king hollow bishops selling wings Fertility When will it all be cast off as rubbish?
12/12/2009
"Chanting clocks / with broken eyes. / Missing pieces sprouting lies." This whole thing is excellent. I envy your talent.
This has such a great lyrical tone to it. Great stuff.