Saturday, February 16, 2013

in another day

the muse hands me the blade


in this time that derives as hate

the silken pillows sweeten the harvest

time drifts on a memory

as sweet as it sounds

I loose my rhythm

and count

one

two 

three

as silver shadows

hide my blind hate

violence

lives under this skin

blow

open palmed as the dust from yesterday

escapes

breathes

cunts 

less than this

cunts

less than another

allow me the temperance

exist 

beyond 

sweeten a day

sounds drift in my ear

as voices drown out 

n I kill

in another day

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