Cold (A Fuck-It)


So smile like snake
The light so dark
A dessurection dream,
infinite by its parts
Lipstick so swift on this shadow god
Do you squirm for heart?
Desire in parts?
Painted tits on a battered mall,
your dream to rise to

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The mind a lick of all to come,
the wormy fear is bidden,
the unwritten diary undone
Hiccup like neon
or a rock ‘n roll sun
Every view is a taint
of a woman loved, never won
Friendship is a bend
of laughs and glass;
a backward world with a backward glance
Tomorrow is an experience
never touched by today,
a dream on dream
but always too much
Now is forever
and forever is now,
an extinguished ‘fuck-it’
of cold.

2 Responses to Cold (A Fuck-It)

  1. Very cool. Like the way you play with "fall." This works well as spoken word.

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