Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Kicking over open bottles,

ready for throat-torn melody,
closing doors and listening...

chant for those who drank,

their own dreamed heavens,
seams tattering, threads untangling...

chant for stardust on skys floor,

twinkling white under carelessly,
dropped from lips of a cigarette...

chant for those in full body lust,

looking for true moments,
tasting frozen seconds like water...

If nothing else, chant for me ,

because my head is spinning,
and I"m dying to dance...

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