domingo, 25 de enero de 2009


Now I'm a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongue, Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures thrown in the cold And clean blood of Christ mountain stream. Have I found youFlightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouthBig pill stuck going down

Flighless Birds. (Twilight)

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