Thursday, July 30, 2009

Gotta See Your money First

Gotta See Your Money First

a square of muscle
in the green field
of the least
and cursed
forever to be closed
to stop it at the source
to hold it back
make it cry for mercy
bleeding on these sheets
the muscle squared
pointing at your future
without a god
without a master
the Buddha of place
in a moment of weakness
the lost head
rolling down the street
looking for your savior
it doesn’t come
from these dirty streets
only pain and confusion
the flesh burns
just like the rest
watch again
watch it all melt away
like stick figures
against the wind
a tsunami of force and feeling
make your choice
make it fast
for the shadow has no patience
when it comes to skin
consumed by the fire
cleansed by the fever
that burns you and me
throwing us down the street
down the alleys of bliss
flesh and bone
sugar and spit
we are changing
it comes over me
making me quiver
as the drool runs down your chin

© Deep Piercing Cut

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