torn labels

                                          Father gave him
                                                 but not enough food so
                                    
                                          he strove to nourish his body
                                                 by eating his body

dreamt of crimes
today,       where we are now
                 in th ruins
                 in th night done stabbed
and bleeding ,

                       knives in th cradle
                       hands on th cutting board
                         asleep \                       paranoia gets up early
                      and takes               th downtown train

[ zero is th number of days to never ] was his story
                                                                                                              before being violated
                                                                                                              w/ an axe           (again)

were th trees not so cold
were th goddess not a toll                                sleep [at th speed of mass exodus
                                                                                    at th speed of guilt

seeing less stars
in western blackouts      (sandstorms
fight to balance th toll –
in a movie star’s black jacket
                                                      up and climbing
                                                      ladders into th future

from the observation deck there is not solitude enough
to watch cities light up through th small wires
of suicidal explosions

oh         and
as you were
stranded in th most beautiful civilizations ;

                                                                                                                                                    man, like a weed
                                                                                                                                            dandelion w/ dreams
                                                                                                          body is slowly walking   mind is th same

just life and protection from death
                                        sold by   th polis
                                        some where there are
no survivors
as history                        swallows
and coughs a dream

~had enough of dreams and miracle drugs
  had enough news to take a flight
  had enough beer cans to fund a revolution
         
                but all energy is used
                to stand upright
 

# posted by hardyf : 20:11