Your Grim Brothers
a three headed doll
stirring space with milking cows
in groups of four
brimming with broken down
selling you the milk
gone with the falling rain
shades, shoes, and suntan lotion
living the legend
too many book covers
the bleeder ink
and stains of injustice
played in my own
it’s for the suckers
exposed by your primitive behavior
living inside your life-force
giving four o’clock tours
through black dawn window
no divine interventions
sunset plow
leave them in the fields
they can have each other
ignorance is still there
even if we can’t see it
it finds behind the trees
we are lost and stone
lost again
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