your old mana slice highlighted by time
February 24, 2011
your old mana slice highlighted by time
to the sound of the
no in not
and knock out
in knotted
beast
rest
fell
treat
breast
ingenuity light
fire in the dream
fire in the hole
holy scripts derange
by cathode
communion
walls i
walls i
walls i
bending like a beat
arranged by a melting drum
in heavy air
heavy with heat
dense and white
this noise
this noise
this nose
doesn’t smell anymore
and anymore, i
with out the sight
to guide my hands
am losing
every in every
way and day
like laughter at the wrong thing
like words that sting to ring fists
and the sound
is deafness.
the sound is deafness.
the sound.
the sound is deafness.
the sound.
the sound is deafness.
arranged like an archipelago
this elbow macaroni
that ginkgo beloba
addis ababa
i
miss your smell and your prayers.
your old mana slice highlighted by time
in the shape of a wind instrument
one flutational device
a canoe
a continuation
you can do this.
you can.
you can do this.
bounded by ch an operating system geezer gone geezer.
why should i make sense anymore?
why should i when the preaching is so wrong anyway?
m.
