Wednesday, September 17, 2008


pour it down my throat
burning me to the core
prance like a wild goat
to your tune of a bore

pour it. numb my brain
i have seen what's in store
splinters of wild pain
and i know the score

pour it. don't be shy.
where i come from they sing
as they lie down to die
and they don't make a thing

they just lie there like dross
frozen. silent. still
and the shape of a cross
brings on a thrill

of a minus sign
being neither here nor there
one endless line
light infused. bare.

pour it. let me melt.
disappear. dissolve
pain -- we are dealt
but not much love.

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