Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower
dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that’s plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family.
نوامبر 6th, 2004 8:47
سلام. آری خدا شما را در پرتو رحمت خودش قرار دهد…..
نوامبر 6th, 2004 15:53
salam, joone man shere in ahangi ro ke roo weblogete benevis, bad joori raftam too kafesh
نوامبر 7th, 2004 8:09
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower
dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that’s plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family.