The January moon looks down on you.
Strip the visible life to colorless blue.
Look for the sign.
Look inside.
Jump the Trans Siberian
You have time
and just get lost.

Your old life was bitterly plain.
Spin out utterly.
Swallow the rain.
Tear off your light.
Find your pain,
Bleed out right.

Completely unnerved all you want is allegiance.
Completely derailed.
Completely impaled.

Trace your finger along the compartment pane.
Split the shadows.
Stake the game.
Are you bold enough to take me on?.
Have you fallen from the drapes of heaven?
You should know,
You have been summoned.

Collision capsize of skin on skin.
If you storm my trenches,
Better inform your next of kin.

01/30/2011

Posted on 01/31/2011
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