proletariat death bed: random pieces of matter V
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
7/14-carved from death: outlived. shed our cotton skin, grown out of old skin and teeth. we outlive each other.

7/15-benedict: a traitor in the flesh, my own. a lie turned on myself. i think this about you and i.

7/17-finished by unfinished: this is the last note, from the last room i'll ever be in... the last woes placed [thought incomplete]

7/19-pass the torch: welcome to the gaslamp district--home of tanned flesh, plastic cares and the sound of acetylene.

7/25-bombs for jesus: your solution is the antiseptic wash of capital religion, bitter and burning.

under an early grave lies a reluctant freedom
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
strange but not unfamiliar,
our place in life is cement.

limp handshakes and
plaster painted sentiment,
the smiles show the cracks
of a stripped machine.

these worn hands,
feeling severed and wrong,
used to hang the moon...

and in its light i saw a vision,
high heeled shoes in hand,
floating across asphalt
placed gently across the other side.

burned in memory,
it was as if
this was the last thing
these eyes
ever
saw,
or ever wanted
to
see.



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