tells them "fuck this," says, "fuck all of you," finds the precipice, finds the edge, tears it back. a bang. a flash. then fade to black.
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tells them "fuck this," says, "fuck all of you," finds the precipice, finds the edge, tears it back. a bang. a flash. then fade to black.
saw the outline of used-to-be-damp on the asphalt on the edge of town, where the dust kicks up mostly in the nighttime, the vague shape of something furry and starfished that lay now only its shadow feeding the concrete beneath. even just a trace is enough to recall.
god feeds soil with blackened blood, man is just the burning effigy. man is just the feed and dust - mostly weak, all unjust.
it's hard to find the words for the feeling. those same old stains on that same old ceiling.
time to move the clocks back
you'll miss the dull grief of a crossroad too, when the path is behind you
lost in the plains, i found my way beneath the westbound cranes
you would hear the whispering if you just put your ear up to the walls for a moment to listen. you'll never guess who's talking.
laying like roadkill. staring like a wildfire.
they'll make the devil swoon
when i woke up there was no one at the wheel
snow covers old tire tracks. no more cars pass. frozen dirty water like a thick white film, and a black stirring beneath it. a murder. or an unkindness.
came down through the valley like a rolling fog, red and black and sanctified
you know that dream?