08 January 2006

black travel

it was jesus man
and th footstep girl;
black dog
and aristocrat myth.

promise of rivers
and I see him angels;
him angels,
screen doors,
cadillacs, and
houses on rivers.

hell yah–
smoking
hot black tar to nowhere.

you are th new chain
of air,
full of down and people
just left
old judgments in tight sweaters.

hell yah travel –
in black arrest
eyes workin’ so hard
to close in on if
only one sentence

waiting and
like jesus drank
me & th drink
pills wasted
slowly

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