torn labels

my night is wool
so i took th storm windows down                                      , my dear then

                                          how could I know
                                          how cold

th lamb froze
deep in th night                   for to you          th night is bones

                                                and how could I know
                                                when you went to coldplay
                                                you went in wolfskin

i sent
white roses, 

                                               you walk’d th lamb
                                               into th fire

time smokes
compassion a burning cigarette
   in cafes
   in ashes
                   oxygen ignites so quickly ,
                time is l’essance

“do u like paint’d toes on me,
                                                                                    does it turn you on?”
have we changed     
                                  barrels of oil in an arctic field                                               
                                                                               …   we have changed

8

am not convinc'd                                    am not currently wrapt in wolfskin

                             will stand here as (nothing wrong  
gasoline drips from yr petals
just wanting to say

that it is our anniversary                         /superstition

when fuel fills up my eyes
and th flood explodes in th streets
you will not be convinc’d
and you are not convinc’d

# posted by hardyf : 10:21