the rantings of a callow, indignantly persistent, and chaotic boy

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

i feel my mouth open
steaming, burning breath
pouring through my fangs
dripping with this seasons hippest blood
the locomotives lie
gasping on the beach
like starving dogs that have finally accepted their decay
there is a heavy humming in the air of this desert
as i lay
my skin burning
tendon and bone
drift
sway
so delicately across
the nubile sand
that now fills the skeletons of the towers
that once shouted "PROGRESS"
now whisper "DEMISE"
our gods have returned
brining with them
blood curdling admonition
the very machines that birthed
have layed down righteous necrosis
leaving only barbie dolls in their wake

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