Wednesday 17 January 2007

35. In the long grass, small people hide

Pervertedly hung,
Unsung
I've got to give it up
Become then young

Stacked and soiled
Spoiled
Her crucifixion blues
Her promise foiled

Let them ride
w/ pride
Seek dumb apprenticeship
w/ dizzy hands untied

Automatic inclusion
No illusions
Rise up! Rise up!
My frightening conclusions.

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