Thursday, January 13, 2011

In a nutshell
my eyes have become cubes of pig lard
the nails on my toes have lost their keen shine
no longer above
I walk on my hands
nose in the dirt
clipped wings and a solidified mind
I traverse the mountains
as bird flies from man
no longer above
feet drag in cesspools of scum
brains rot in the tunnel of gallows
but wait
my belly button
it keeps warm and radiant
gleaming with the earths clear blood
life as a torso aint half bad

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