The thundering "hey coop, what happened in Pittsburgh?" blues #37
talking about the tenth sleepless
month blues and yes two pickets
to titsburgh...all along that
watchtower a breathless laugh is
echoed all the way down to my socks
i'm going over the falls in a barrel
of wine are humans worth more than oil?
the eensy weensy captain with a gulliver
head is barking all the signals infra red
we can't stop the concrete from cracking
we can't stop the brave from bravado
my god! my god! he shot them all! and
i can't tell the difference on television
on your side trouble shooting investigators
creating a nation of fear fear fear
i started to blink just to get back my feet
and the tears spilled down just like laughter
in a dusty lowlight room the cartographers are
drinking all the while their borders cut like knives
i got a tiny scrape in the middle of my heart
the damn thing just won't heal
the damn thing just won't steal
the damn thing just won't feel
-vikingo
month blues and yes two pickets
to titsburgh...all along that
watchtower a breathless laugh is
echoed all the way down to my socks
i'm going over the falls in a barrel
of wine are humans worth more than oil?
the eensy weensy captain with a gulliver
head is barking all the signals infra red
we can't stop the concrete from cracking
we can't stop the brave from bravado
my god! my god! he shot them all! and
i can't tell the difference on television
on your side trouble shooting investigators
creating a nation of fear fear fear
i started to blink just to get back my feet
and the tears spilled down just like laughter
in a dusty lowlight room the cartographers are
drinking all the while their borders cut like knives
i got a tiny scrape in the middle of my heart
the damn thing just won't heal
the damn thing just won't steal
the damn thing just won't feel
-vikingo
posted by friars | Tuesday, October 03, 2006
2 Comments:
vik, that's it, all bawdy like, awesome, its like a rocket stuck inside an anaconda. l'a-ro
bubbles merging
passing through
but only sharing luster
like looking down from a freeway over pass
on a cold metallic blur
I’ll care
I’ll care forever and everyday
measured love
portion of pain
the bubbles got smaller
till we weren’t inside even one
but they were separate inside us
stranger next to stranger
frozen and still
like bats waiting for dusk
Scratchy words on smooth paper
a list organized by hatred and bad memories
they say her name was elise but all I hear is "nails and
that's checked off"
murmuring masses have already forgiven
faults and facts melt into each other
and are washed away by an unseen hand
that wrote another list
organized by purity and future fortunes.
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