Friday, July 27, 2007

firefighter

light the cigarette,
the slang of old age of
destiny played
blues wormwood, surreal
mossy rock the musical measure
evokes
morphology:
a Christan mystic [man] drinking
wine
-rusty-
from the bottle raw
and the
baritone horn in Spanish
blackens even a grackle wing:
our tongue[s] (can't you feel it) damn it)
wails the night away
corrodes softly the
devastation of dark
water-
tea at the ocean shore
simple: a man,
a wish
and one story he
can tell twice and
be sure its not really a lie.

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