Monday 15 September 2014

Animal Soup

Now
when the demon grip loosens
Now when I let her go and my skin feels clean
Now that the cursed feels blessed
and pity on the foam mouths
Now
when the wars are left for mongers and limbs
Now when they breathe un-enlightened enlightenment
from warehouse walls
like toy prophets trapped in cocoons
Now when your friend is no-lover
and the life livers are
chastised
Now when sincerity is frowned upon
but we blow each others horns
screaming art and peace to
new hat-converts
Now when collectives are lonely
and anarchism shamed
with a million facefuck friends
the bedraggled beard-O
stuck on HBO
Now when I see God's laughing in my coffee
and children fuck dry puddles
from lost drugstores
Now when the end begins no-story
Now on the precipice
of
mountainous
ledges
of crumble

Let the angels
and
Dog's
alone.........

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