my soul is made for combat
wins with every breath
on a wire strung
between fire and wave
a length of heart cord
walked in wooden shoes
with coal miner eyes
and swollen tounge
eager
and happy laughing
with a shotgunned
spaghettied chest
wounded
and walking
along a wire
strung between fire and wave
bathed in the blood of the sun
boyant in the glow of the moon
l'a-ro
posted by friars | Wednesday, February 15, 2006
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