Saturday, January 8, 2011

For Old Times' Sake

Serve the kings the bottom of the barrel,
at the peasants feet they plead

With a heart full of lust,
and belly full of hunger

Unseemly, ungainly, unwanted
feelings pouring from the fountain,ÊÈÉ
of her eyes

From the center of the forehead
a stream of black consciousness

And lighting exploded across
the glory in her sky

With a hurricane force wind,
he fell at the edges of her lake
like a ripple of the mind

Joined together by an infants dreams
a spiral in the darkness of hopelessness
like the edge of the abyss

One more kiss, on fire
a taste of this body
for old times' sake
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