keeping contact with the red herring
Published Saturday, November 05, 2005 by landmine landmine | E-mail this post
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well, madam, you look especially sexy in your prosthetic
so im sure you could pull some tendons to get me into this butchery
tonight
were gonna dance
throw our mouths out windows
watch em kiss the pavement
and we sway, in the heat, through the garbage
we swim, in the sludge, though the reservoir
so i drown, down my sorrows, with a bottle armor.
fields are are are are burning
and and the scary thing is i dont hear anything
the crows are taking in the fumes
of wasted fertility and their past lives
now they kick over the oil drums
and the fields are gaping
and theres a crowd circling the scene
theres men in suits trying to brake through
to catch up with the time that they wasted
on burrowing into the ground
now they just squeeeeel, burn, repeat.
the smiles will crack from the mezzanine
as the orchestra fills with kerosene
oh what a sight to see
those endless sea of teeth
i think i'll never grin another grin.
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