Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Alleys in smoke
a ceiling of nails
the floor dissolves
to pools of beer and sweat
minds rock aimlessly
searching for the waste outside
flannels sprawled upon barb wire fences
viking tongues
dying brain cells
the pants are lost
the socks are wet
raunchy acts and blackened finger nails
leather limbs and denim souls
the voices are gone
the swing has stopped

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