Thursday, 21 October 2010

crushed by perfection

you were my love, with butterfly eyes, i told you you were all
summarily clearing away all thought

my toes danced upon your grave
i sought your double to entertain you
crushed by the cruelty of your no
you will not find here my way of denying
i want you both so

and when one love became two, i understood
the happiness that comes as a brotherhood

you would relish into my destruction the length of time

as sprawled into springtime i would be
dumber by days

my stomach is full of hatred for the superfund rivers swamp stew
i walk there and dream of a higher paradise
with air more perfect by years

stockholm i hope you spit in my face

my pain knows no location
he misses me i can feel the pain that waits for him
as he returns to a good sick day

i feel his slumber and his cold sleep
you had a way with no

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