Saturday, April 16, 2011

Evenings with the Muckrakers

Blue my silhouette
The brain forgets
What it don't want to see
Ashen faces drawn
Devils spawn
Right in front of me

Fell a sonic boom
Crushed the room
That stood on irony
Opened up their skulls
They were full
Of plastic jewelry

Even as it shines
I can't understand this make-believe

Ancient crosses broke
Drank the smoke
Of silent ecstasy
Splinters pierced the skin
Cobweb thin
A spider's tragedy

Bells rang on the shore
Like the door
Lacked the levity
To dismiss the cries
Sea gull skies
Bled a rookery

Even as it whines
The echoes lie in media sieves

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