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Basements
Basements
Sold severely, cutup with all the insides streaming
you become a bastard in the morning.
Pills and runny yellows on your stomach the quiet lull
soft music and the birds chirping they do pair themselves so close
for a distinct reason, right.
Then old leather deep lined heavy weather on the two legs cracked burned long ago by
antique fire has your lips on the rim
where the spit meets deep brown, the tongue is such a melody
pink and inviting
it’s all over the grass garden, that looks green in the sunlight but dead
under the glassed dark;
Now you may understand worry,
worked in silver and heavy quotations, furrowing and unfurling through radio-visions
and collapsing language
and there; with domino eyes, big white dots and black outlines, too heavy for legs and spitting at the television screen comes a thick light
and a door flash hooded opening.
So don't forget to leave emptied.
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Eat shit and poop it out, then repeat ten million times til you become a saggy old basset hound.
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Last edited by surfacetoday : 10-23-2007 at 12:15 AM.
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