A hole punched head
Slow motion
Leak free dark juice wet leaves soaked then crisp now
Break like the rest of us and jail break too
Warm wind passes through broken countenance
Crescent moon bright teeth another bright light
Eyes closed as well
Body sways, head swims
Feel the moment wash over you like backwashed pebbles
Clean shave, smooth rock
Air easy, air heavy, air wet and sweaty
Even the water inside dances.
Air the soles of your shoes
Air at last so pertinent
One reason, people united
Temporary but beautiful
Art air, facial grazing
Graze on the moment
Swallow and open eyes
Let in light, charred retinas will preserve
The greenness of the grass.
Howl like a dog.
Heart beats with renewed purpose,
This is life!
Ah, fuck.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
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