Sep 14, 2009 04:04
ok so the best thing ive heard in a while
ok, you have to listen carefully
or else ill do something bad...very bad
all my words for sadness like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses all, planted in threes, in a field for living trees. i hum these prayers in secret and sung through speakers in rooms for people to hear it.. even when i'm wasted and numb..with the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue..
AND IM UNDER SOMETHING BLACK AND THICKER THAN A SHEET FOR GHOSTS OR THE FIRST FEET OF SNOW that old clouds yield on the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field, THAT I'M....
THAT I'M STILL HERE, BEARING MY WATERY FRUITS IF FRUITS AT ALL....barely understanding what truth that rarely calls.